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miss-oranje-disco-dancer · 9 months ago

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vacancy (between your legs)

pairing: chris x reader (imagining this with re6 or re8 chris)

cw: hate sex (they actually don't hate each other tho), oral, p in v, some degradation, incredible confidence in the pull-out method lmao

summary: you are on chris' squad and he's the captain, but you have the hots for him, so you push his buttons on purpose. when you bicker in your motel room, one thing leads to another and...

a/n: idk? i wasn't gonna post this bc i posted hate sex w/ leon, but what am i gonna do? leave it in the drafts? no

wc: 1.8k

It’s a dingy motel, but it looks like paradise when you’ve spent the last two weeks in a tent. At least they have running water. You get your own room because you’re the girl in the group, which everyone bemoans. You’re just one of the guys to them, at least, when it comes down to choosing how to delegate the beds. Chris lets you have your own room. He’s still the Captain, though, so when he asks if he can use your shower, you agree, avoiding the argument. When he exits the shower - just a towel wrapped around his waist, something you’re trying hard to ignore - he’s grumbling about how you used up all the hot water, and it doesn't really matter if that’s true or not because you’re both on edge and likely to explode at each other at any opportunity.

“Wow, can’t believe you have the audacity to ask me to use my shower in my room and then complain that I used the hot water?” You’re only somewhat irritated with him, but your words are laced with bitterness.

“Are you serious right now? I’m the boss here, and I could just as well kick you out of this room and have it to myself.”

He’s right, but it’s not fair. More importantly, you’re agitated. Exhaustion? Hunger? Pent-up sexual frustration that threatens to break now that the man you’ve been drooling over for years is almost naked in front of you?

“So what? You want me to say thank you, Chris, sorry, I mean, Captain, for being so, so nice to me.”

You know how much he hates being called by his first name out in the field, so you taunt him with it on purpose.

“Why do you insist on pushing my buttons?”

“You started it!”

“Are you a fucking child? Because you’re acting like one.”

Chris would rarely fight a woman, but you’re not any woman. You’re constantly bitching at him, going against his orders, and you’re sexy as hell when you’re mad. Plus, he’s seen you fight - verbally and physically - and metaphorically, you’re entirely within his weight class.

“You’re the one who started complaining, that’s all I’m saying. Can you just leave me alone? I’m stressed enough as it is.” “You think you’re the only one? I’m trying to keep my cool because one of us has to, and you don’t know how to hold your tongue.”

“Don’t keep your cool, then. Hit me with it.”

You’re not even into degradation. You just like the way his voice gets deeper, more gravely when he’s pissed off.

“You’re a bitch, you’re a brat, you’re self-entitled, too stubborn to admit when you’re wrong, and you’re a goddamn pain in my ass.”

“Is that all? I thought you could be nastier than that.”

“Nasty? You want me to play nasty, huh? I would say that since you can’t do field work and you can’t do desk work, then maybe you’d be more useful on your knees under the desk, but you know what? More than anything, you’re disobedient, so I doubt you’d even be able to take cock like a good girl.”

“Sorry that I don’t fulfill your perfect submissive fantasies. Doesn’t mean I’m not any good on my knees.”

“Really? Then prove it.”

“That’s what you want?”

Both of you are running on auto-pilot, completely enraptured by the thrill of anger and arousal. He wants to sink his teeth into your skin and you want to drag your nails down his. Flesh on flesh, hot and sweaty. The closest you’d ever been to sex was sparring. He had you pinned to the mat. You needed to pick a different partner because you couldn’t learn when you got dizzy every time you tried to train with Chris.

“Yeah, I’ll give it a trial run, see if it’s worth it, and maybe if you can satisfy me, you can still have a job working for me.”

You stand there for a moment, stunned into silence, working on forming a sentence, but no words come out. Chris raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down. He isn’t backing down from your proposition. If it were any other man, you would walk out the door - not before spitting in his face or kneeing him in the balls, but this is Chris, this is different.

You’ve wanted to sleep with him since the day you met him. You butted heads constantly because you were both stubborn and happened to be on different sides of every issue. Also, you learned early on that you got more attention for being obnoxious, so as long as you weren’t out in the field, in a life-threatening scenario, you intentionally pushed his buttons. He almost caught onto your little charade once.

“How are you able to cooperate out in the field, but in the office, you have to argue with every word that comes out of my mouth?”

He’d gotten real in your face with that one. Hand on the desk next to him, cornering you so you couldn’t scurry away (not like you ever would). Most girls would’ve apologized to scary Captain Redfield, but not you. You went home and immediately grabbed your vibrator from your bedside table and replayed the conversation.

He’s winning, but he was always going to win. You’re playing a long game that he isn’t privy to, one that you’d always lose.

You sink to your knees. You’re a little sad that he doesn’t make you beg for it, but you go ahead with undoing his belt and getting his pants down his thighs. You presumed that he would be big - you thought you’d caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants once, but you couldn’t be sure, and what were you gonna do? Ask him?

Once he’s down to only his underwear, your suspicions are confirmed. It’s a little intimidating, actually. Do or die. You take his dick out, only to find out that it barely fits in your hand. Sure, your hands are small, but you can hold a handgun. You struggle with bigger guns (and bigger dicks as it turns out). You lazily stroke him, looking up into his eyes, and he looks pleased - smug, really. For once, it feels like you’re on the same team. You’re both winning when his cock is down your throat. The only courtesy he gives you is a makeshift ponytail so you don’t get hair in your mouth. He doesn’t give you an ounce of sympathy when you choke. You look prettiest with tears in your eyes. He knows you’ll smack him on the thigh if you want him to stop - and you hit hard.

Not today. You suppress your gag reflex and breathe through your nose. It isn’t the hardest thing you’ve done today. You fought off a horde of zombies that morning - sucking dick is nothing. You’re not new to either.

You’re about to break Chris’ composure. You feel him throb in your mouth. But he pulls away in time. You won’t win that easily. Maybe you are still fighting.

You stand up, still in a haze.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are gonna strip?”

You walk backwards to the bed and let him follow you. You rid yourself of your shirt and pants on the way there. You sit down and take off your bra without breaking eye contact. You spread your legs before taking off your panties and start to touch yourself while he watches. He tries to hide how much the show you’re giving him affects him.

You can tell he’s flustered when he pushes you onto the bed and says “Save the theatrics.” You think he’s going to kiss you, but instead he bites your bottom lip. Two can play the teasing game. You grab his face and pull him into a kiss and he lets you.

He rubs his cock along your folds and says, “Are you always this wet?”

Around him? Yes, actually. You’re too wet for words now, so you’re lucky it’s rhetorical.

He hesitates. Neither of you thought to bring condoms on a mission.

“Just pull out,” you say, “if you can.”

“Trust me, I’ve been in this game longer than you’ve been alive-”

“Slut,” you say under your breath.

“Me? You’re the one who’s spent the past year trying to get me to fuck you.”

You go slack-jawed. One, because the cocktail of pleasure and pain you feel when he slips inside you is heavenly and two because you realize he’s known you wanted this the whole time.

“How’d you know?” you try to ask, but it comes out less than inteligible, covered by a strangled moan.

“Like I said, I’ve been doing this a long time. Your little act was obvious.”

Seems like it worked out in your favor. Too bad you’re getting pounded into the mattress and can’t get out a clever retort. Your brain is useless, you’ve lost all words besides his name.

“I would’ve fucked you a long time ago if I’d known you feel this fucking good.”

He lifts your legs up, and puts them over his shoulders. Your moans are almost screams. The pleasure is overwhelming.

“Do you ever shut up? What’s everyone else gonna think when they hear you?”

They’re definitely going to hear you. It’s a good thing you don’t care.

Chris’ hand wraps around your throat, but he waits until you nod - immediately, enthusiastically - to press his fingers down. You feel oddly safe knowing that he knows how to choke you out - you assume it means he also knows how to avoid choking you out. The pressure restricts your airways just enough to make you feel lightheaded.

You’re finally a little quieter. For once, he liked you loud. Your constant complaints are a nuisance to his eardrums, but your moans are gorgeous. Chris’ other hand plays with your clit, bringing you closer to your peak.

You have to cum first. There’s a split second where he worries you won’t and you’ll drag him over the edge first, forcing him to cum inside you. The disobedient bratty side of you takes over and you do try to hold out, you clench your inner walls just to watch his self-restraint falter. But the sight of him above you, his heavy breathing, swears muttered through gritted teeth, the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside you - it’s too much.

Your back arches off the bed, your legs tremble and you soak the sheets as your orgasm takes you by surprise. Chris barely pulls out in time, cumming on your stomach as you try to catch your breath. You’re still shaking when he falls on the bed next to you.

“Goddammit,” he sighs, “you’re great in the field and in the bedroom.”

“Roger that, Captain.”

He laughs. “I never thought I’d say this, but please, just call me ‘Chris’.”

“I’ll remember that for round two.”

#chris redfield #chris redfield smut #chris redfield x reader

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azaleavi · 4 years ago

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Memorable

Summary: the cast of Avengers: Endgame is asked to tell the most memorable thing that happened in all 10 years of filming and they all have the same thing in mind

Word count: 1.4k

Warning(s): knives, stabbing, blood (If you are not comfortable with any of this DO NOT READ)

Author's note: Why did i write this? I don't know. I just had this idea and I thought it was cool so I wrote it down. It’s not really a sebastian x reader even though i started writing it like that. I honestly don’t know what this is but here you go I guess lmao

Feedback is always appreciated and don't forget to reblog and like if you liked it and want to see more. Thank you!

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"As we are at the end of a very long era, that was full of exciting events, what was the most memorable thing that happened on set? Out of all the movies" Jimmy asked the six of you, who were sitting on the couch. Your mind immediately went to one specific incident, that happened to you and it seems like all of your co-stars thought about the same thing as they all turned to you. You couldn't help the smile that formed on your face. "It seems like everyone has the same thing on their mind" the host pointed out, smiling.

"Yes, it looks like that" you spoke up.

"Y/N, could you tell us what it is?" he asked.

"I guess it's that one time I got a little hurt while filming Civil War." you let out a little laugh, knowing what the response would be.

"A little hurt?!" Robert almost shouted. "This girl here got stabbed with a real knife and wanted to finish her scene with the knife still in her side and she almost did if it wasn't for the other person freaking out" Jimmy's mouth hung open at that. Everyone knew you got hurt while filming, because production had to be stopped and it was all the news talked about for a few days, but no one knew the details.

"Okay. It wasn't that dramatic" you defended yourself. Robert had the tendency to oversell the scene." I just knew that I will be out of commission for a while after that so I knew I had to finish the scene." you shrugged.

"Okay, I think we need to hear the whole story" the audience screamed at Jimmy's words. You laughed at that.

"So this is how it went..."

It was one of the first days of working and you were filming the big fight scene at the airport. You were surrounded with huge green screens. Your character had a one on one fight with the Black Widow so you were getting ready for it. You almost always did your own stunts and this one wasn't an exception. It wasn't that hard either, just a couple of punches and it ended with Natasha stabbing your character. It wouldn't be fatal, but it would defenitely hurt enough to slow your character down for a while. You were streching as Scarlett's stunt double walked over to you. The others weren't in the shot so they just stood to the side. They always liked watching you in action because you were the sweetest person in real life but once you heard action it was like you were a completely different person. It was fascinating. And watching you do stunts was a spectacle in itself. You have been learning martial arts since you were a kid so it came easy for you.

"Get ready everyone, we start in a minute!" the director shouted. You smiled at Heidi, streching your neck.

"You ready to get your ass kicked?" she joked. It was always a pleasure to work with her.

"By you? Always" you said, getting into position.

"Ready?" the director shouted again, looking at you two. You both nodded" Okay. And... Action!" You immediately started thowing punches at her, following the precise choreography you learned. She blocked them well, but you still managed to land a few on her. At least that what it looked like to the camera. You slowly got closer to where the crew was standing, still fighting as hard as you could. Your enemy pulled out a knife from her belt and you jumped back as she tried to slice you. She missed a few more times and you turned so her back was to the camera, while you faced it. It was almost over, she just had to thrust the fake knife into your side and you had to act like it hurt. She lunged forward with the knife in her hand and stabbed you. You thought it would be hard to act like you just got stabbed, but it turnes out you didn't have to act at all. It hurt like hell. Why was it hurting so much? It shouldn't hurt this much. What was happening? The knife was a prop so the blade went inside the handle, but it didn't feel like that happened. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened in a silent scream. You backed away from Heidi and looked down. The knife was lodged in place and you felt something warm starting to trickle down your side. You heard a gasp from in front of you. You looked up only to see Heidi with her hands against her mouth, her eyes wide with fear. She turned around to the crew who had still no idea what was happening.

"Call an ambulance" the panic in her voice was enough to alert everyone. You put your hands on the knife, which, you finally realized, was a real one, and it was currently inside you to the hilt. You heard frantic speaking, but the words didn't register in your mind. It must be Heidi telling them what happened. Your eyes were stuck on the handle, you were unable to look away. You waited for the panic to set in, but it never came. Two legs appeared in front of you and hands touched your shoulders. You finally looked up, your vision a little blurry. Sebastian was standing in front of you, fear and panic clear in his eyes.

"Hey y/n, can you hear me? The ambulance is on it's way, they will be here any minute. You just need to hold out for a little longer, okay baby?" you didn't know if he was trying to calm you or himself down. You tried to smile at him, but it came out more like a grimace. In the frenzy of the situation neither of you realized he called you baby.

"Did the shot turn out okay? They can use it right?" you spoke and Sebastian just looked at you with wide eyes. How can you still worry about the movie right now?

"Yes it was fine, they can use it." in truth he didn't know anything about the shot, but he just wanted to keep you calm. One of the crew members brought a chair for you, but you didn't know if it was a good idea to sit down or even move from where you were standing. How your legs didn't give out yet, you didn't know, but you were glad you didn't collapse so far. You decided against sitting down. It was probably not good to move around. You grabbed Sebastian's hands and squeezed them. Him being there was giving you so much strength. Something you would tell him later, when he was sitting next to your bed while you were recovering.

In the distance you could hear the sirens of the promised ambulance. Finally. You didn't know how much longer you could keep standing.

The car stopped next to you and two paramedics jumped out to assess your situation. They brought out the bed and carefully laid you on top of it.

You had to get stiches in the hospital and you resumed filming a few weeks later when you could move around without the sharp pain in your body.

"So needless to say i couldn't do any stunts for a good while" you tried to lift the mood, that settled in the studio, with a joke. Sebastian, who was sitting beside you, snorted.

"Of course you couldn't. And I wouldn't let you either." he said.

"I think my stunt double is scarred for life because of that" you all laughed at Scarlett's comment. You talked it out with Heidi and you made sure she knew that you weren't blaming her. It turned out that the fake and real knives were mixed up and no one knew how it happened. There was an investigation, because it was way too dangerous for it to happen again and they put new safety measures in place. Nothing like that happened ever since.

"Everyone was panicking so much. I think I was the calmest person there and I was the one with a knife in my side" everyone laughed at that.

"I understand now why this is the most memorable thing that happened to you" Jimmy spoke.

"Yes we all have that memory engraved in our minds now" Chris added.

"And I have a cool scar from it too" you laughed.

#avengers #avengers fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan #fanfic

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 4 years ago

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Part Two. Jackbox Shenanigans

warnings: swearing word count: 2.6k (not including pictures) behind the screen (irl dream x reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

Y/n flinched awake, startled by the sounds traveling from the kitchen. Once again, the frosty air pricked her skin, trying to convince her to not move, to stay in bed under the warm blankets. Despite the feeling pulling her into her bed, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, grabbing her phone from her nightstand. Texts from Karl flooded her screen and she replied as she took her comforter off her mattress and wrapped it around herself. She pattered to the source of the noise to find her roommate was making food.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Naomi asked, eyes wide with concern as she looked at Y/n. "I dropped a pan."

Y/n, who was observing the world through one squinted eye, shook her head and she sat at the counter in the kitchen. "No, I should be awake anyway."

"You're usually awake much earlier. Late night?"

Y/n nodded. "George streamed and we all talked for a little after."

"Oh, yeah, I watched his stream this morning..." she started, eyes focused on the food in front of her but Y/n still caught the mischievous glint in her roommate's eyes.

"Of course you did," Y/n laughed through a yawn. "That's your lover."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you gave me his number he would be."

"He doesn't give it to many people. I just barely got it and I've been friends with him for a year. I'm pretty sure Karl doesn't even have it."

Naomi groaned, though Y/n knew it was a joke... for the most part. She got another text from Karl, and consulted Naomi for a second opinion.

"Should I post this?" Y/n asked, lazily holding up her phone with a picture on the screen. Naomi squinted as she looked back over her shoulder. "Karl keeps yelling at me too."

"Yeah! That's a cute outfit. Make sure to credit Karl or he'll yell at you for that as well."

"No chance I'm doing that."

Incoming FaceTime... karol <3

Y/n hit accept and held the phone up to make a face at Karl. He mimicked the position. "Hello, sir."

"Hello, ma'am."

"What are you doing?" she asked him, walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth, her comforter dragging on the floor behind her as it continued to protect her from the cold.

Karl got distracted and started messing with something out of the camera view. "Um, trying to figure out what to do for my stream tonight. What about you?"

"I'm waiting for you to give me a fit check!" Y/n yelled. Karl quickly looked at the camera and smiled. He set his phone down on his desk and ran backward so his whole body was in frame. He posed awkwardly a few different ways before running back and resuming his position.

"Yes!" Y/n hyped with a mouthful of toothpaste. "Let's go, Karl! Karl with the old man sweater!!"

He giggled. "You're the one that told me to buy it."

"Because it's sick. Doesn't mean it didn't belong to an old man before you."

Karl pouted before his face lit up. "Guess what. I met a girl."

"Oh?" Y/n cooed. "Where? Do you have pictures? Is she cute?"

"She's Jimmy's new cameraman. Camerawoman. I don't have pictures, and yes. She's very cute." His cheeks turned red and Y/n smiled, flipping off the bathroom light and heading to her closet. She threw her comforter back on the bed and tried to pick out an outfit.

"Come on, bud, elaborate. What's her name? Have you asked her out yet?"

"You don’t get to know her name, I don’t want to jinx anything. Plus, you’ll just look ‘Mr Beast crew’ and find out anyway. Also, no, I haven’t. I'm pretty sure she thinks I hate her because I have not said a single word to her. I get so nervous when she's around I freeze up and just like... act weird. And then as soon as she's gone, Chris freaking roasts me so bad."

"Aw, I can teach you how to flirt if you want!"

"Yeah, okay," he scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"What's with the attitude? I'm great at flirting."

"No, you're not. I watched Gogy's stream last night."

"What does that have anything to do with anything?"

"I heard the way you spoke to Dream."

"What?!"

"You have zero game, Y/n. Absolutely none. Zilch, if you will."

"Yeah, because I wasn't flirting with him?"

"Not successfully, at least."

"Karl, what?" Y/n laughed but she was so confused. "No part of me was trying to flirt with anyone in that stream."

"Oh, come on," Karl groaned. "Don't do this again. Don't pretend to not like a guy and then cry to me when you're wack ass attempts don't win him over."

"Karl," Y/n started, looking directly at him. "I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about. I wasn't flirting with him. I do not like him."

"I'm just saying, you talk about him a lot. Like, you always panic when he interacts with your posts because you're scared he's going to DM you right after. And you gush about him a lot."

"I do not gush. I admire the hard work he puts into his videos but I talk the same about him as I do with George and Sapnap. The only difference is I'm friends with them and not Mr. Minecraft. He's intimidating, that doesn't mean I have a crush on him."

Karl stared for a moment, trying to read Y/n's expression to detect any lies. "You'd tell me if you did, right?"

"Karl, I tell you everything. I'd tell you if I murdered your family." They both laughed. "It's impossible to hide anything from you, you're my best friend."

"Okay, sweet, but please don't murder my family, just to be clear."

"I won't. I love your mom too much."

"Well, how was meeting Dream, then? Despite apparently not being in love with him?"

"It was cool. Terrifying because it felt very forced but the four of us hung out on the call after George ended his stream and he was much more relaxed."

"That's true. Aren't we all?"

"Not you! You're the exact same person on and off camera. Just a little ball of giggles."

Karl giggled which made them both laugh more. Suddenly, as if he completely forgot until that moment, Karl sat up quickly and yelled, "What am I going to do for the stream?"

Y/n shrugged. "See if anyone wants to play Jackbox. Chat always loves those and it's relatively easy to throw together last minute. You just need to find people that are free to play."

"Genius. Who should we invite?"

"We?"

"Yeah. It was your idea, you have to play."

"But, I've never played! And I barely know all your friends so I wouldn't get half the inside jokes. I'd be a boring addition."

"Please? They're your friends too! You just talked to Sapnap and George for four hours yesterday and George was the only one playing anything. That's friendship if I've ever seen it."

"But... others.... like literally everyone besides Sap and George...."

"Things like this are how you get to know them better. Besidessss, you're never boring."

"Fine, I'll play."

"YES!" he shouted. "Okay, who should we invite?"

**********

Y/n huffed and scooted her chair closer to her desk. She pulled up Discord and hovered over the voice chat everyone was in. An overwhelming number of voices chaotically spoke over each other as soon as she joined.

"Oh no," she mumbled.

"AYYEE!!" a voice yelled, the green bubble lighting around Quackity's name confirming her suspicions.

"Aye," she said back less enthusiastic. "Hi everyone."

"She's here!" George cheered.

Y/n could hear Sapnap huff. "Finally. Geesh."

"This isn't even your stream, calm down." Y/n's eyes scanned the names on the left to read who else was involved in tonight's games. She had suggested a few people to Karl but wasn't sure about the final list. Besides the boys who had already greeted her were BadBoyHalo and Dream.

"Hello, Bugsy! It's nice to meet you! I'm BadBoyHalo."

Y/n smiled widely at his voice. "Hi, BadBoyHalo! Nice to meet you too."

Her eyes slowly traveled to the last name on the list, which had yet to greet her. She wasn't bitter, but she was curious why he hadn't said anything yet. The boys hyped up him talking about her so much but she had yet to feel that energy from him. She picked at the bottom of her hoodie, eyes darting between the names as they lit up when someone spoke.

"Is Dream still AFK?" Sapnap asked.

"I think so," Bad replied.

Maybe that's the only reason he hadn't said anything. Y/n felt stupid for thinking it had anything to do with her.

"He's probably coding something or something like that," George teased.

"Haha nerdy ass man," Quackity cackled.

"Language."

"Don't you also code shit, George?" Sapnap called out. "You're probably helping him test something after this, huh? As Quackity said, nerdy ass man."

"You know what, Sapnap? I'm not sure I like your attitude all that much."

Y/n smiled. Despite feeling nervous, she was already having fun just listening to everyone talk. The real nerves would kick in when they were live in front of tens of thousands of people and she would have to be funny.

A message popped up in the general chat, notifying everyone that Karl was joining the voice call soon so they shouldn't say anything bad.

"Everyone say something weird," Quackity directed.

Discord dinged and Karl's name joined the list on the side. "AAAHHHH-!" he started yelling over everyone to let them know he was here in case they were saying anything bad. With his luck, they were going to say stuff anyway to mess with him.

"So, yeah, that's how I lost my virginity," Quackity said as if he just finished a story.

"To a prostitute?" Sapnap added quickly. "Wow, I never thought you... oh Karl!"

"Language!" Bad gasped.

"What the..." Karl laughed loudly. "What did I just join?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry," Quackity apologized, which was hard to make out since he was laughing so hard, surprised at what Sapnap added to his joke.

"Bad, you can't say language about a prostitute," Sapnap defended. "That's really rude of you. Maybe it's a little unconventional but they're just tryna make some money the best way they know how."

George laughed with Quackity as Bad sputtered. "I-I said language about what Quackity said!"

"What, virginity?" Karl asked innocently and Bad yelled again.

"Bad hates people who have had sex!" Y/n called, causing Quackity to laugh loudly.

"Bad! How could you?! That's so messed up!"

"Wait, guys, is everyone here?" Karl asked.

"Dream isn't. We don't know where he went."

Karl groaned and started typing something, presumably yelling at Dream to join.

"Let's goooo! We're popping off!" Quackity started saying, stalling. "We're popping off!" George joined him, becoming absolute fools to keep the chat entertained.

"Okay, he's here!" Karl said. "Everyone's here!"

"I'm here, I'm here, sorry. I was... yeah, sorry," Dream stuttered out.

"Welcome back, Dream!" Bad chirped.

"Hello!" he replied. Unexpectedly, his next greeting was directed at Y/n. "Hi, Bug."

Y/n instantly got shy for no discernable reason. She blamed it on his voice and its ability to manipulate emotions any way he wanted. That and she was getting attention from someone first. "Hi," she squeaked back, hoping the contrast of her icy hands would cool her face enough to focus on the game.

"Bugsy, you are adorable," Bad stated simply.

"Sapnap! What did you just send me?" George asked loudly, and just like that, the attention was off of her and she could breathe again.

"What?" Sapnap feigned innocence.

This was going to be a long game.

"Let's play!" Karl decided. "Should we warm up with some Quippy?"

Y/n focused intensely on her answers, silently hoping the others would find her funny.

"Oh my gosh," she mumbled as everyone else finished writing. "Y'all, I'm about to get Quiplashed so hard. Don't make fun of me."

"I seriously doubt it," Dream said. "You can't possibly be worse than George at this game."

"Shut up, we always- it's like 3 am my time. I can't, like, think of things 'cause my brain isn't functioning."

"Yeah, that's why," Sapnap teased.

"Surreee," Dream said.

The first round wasn't too bad. Y/n was in 5th place but she got quite a few laughs so she didn't care too much about where she stood. She got a notification from Dream on Twitter as everyone laughed at one of Quackity's answers.

Y/n looked back at her screen and saw the new prompt and answers. She read them quickly as everyone was laughing and with a few seconds left to choose, voted for the one on the left. It was funnier anyway.

She loosened up substantially after another round, and she knew it was mostly because Dream had reached out to her. Something about him comforted her and made her feel safe, which warmed her heart.

"Bugsy! What the hell, that's so messed up. You're so messed up," Quackity yelled, laughing at the answer on the screen. They were playing Survive the Internet and her comment got taken way out of context, just as the game intended.

"Oh my gosh!" Karl cackled loudly. "Bugsy, I didn't know you felt that way. Oh my gosh? They're just kids?? Bugsy out the gang?"

Y/n hid her face in her hands and laughed. "Noooo!! Wait I never knew- I didn't know I was ever in the gang?"

"She really said, 'infant children? slaughter them all'," Sapnap joked.

"You know, I think you'd get along really well with Technoblade," Dream added. "Though his specialty is orphans, as it appears."

"No, no, no, whoever wrote that heading is SO messed up!" Y/n defended, rereading the heading that made her comment look bad. She knew it was a game but all the attention on her was making her embarrassed. "Who would think to put that?"

"Everyone cancel Busgy!" Karl yelled.

"Karl, no! You're supposed to be my best friend!"

"I don't know how I feel about my best friend killing children..."

"Karl!!"

"Nooo," Bad protested softly. "I like Bugsy. Don't cancel her."

"Everyone vote!"

The article with Y/n's name turned out to be Dream's. "Dream! What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled, causing him to wheeze loudly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I wanted point."

The whole night ended up being like that. Y/n had a lot of fun and by the end, she felt a lot more comfortable with all of them. Quackity, Karl, and Sapnap were loud and very high energy while George and Bad were quieter. Dream was half and half, sometimes matching Quackity's volume and sometimes going a while without saying a word. Overall, Y/n had a lot of fun and hoped to let back in the gang in the future.

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A/N: WOOO PART TWOOO!! Hope you guys enjoyed this part! Also thank you so much for all the love on the first part!! I did not expect it to get as much attention as it did!!!!!

we clearly haven’t got to dream and yn being close yet bc they literally met the day before this but i added a small little dream/yn moment :] pls let me know how you liked this part!!!!!!!!!!!!

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#rpf #real person fiction #dream x reader #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dreamwastaken smau #dream smau #social media fiction #social media au

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captain-jensen · 4 years ago

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Good Kisser, Bad Kisser

Chris Evans x Reader (smut)

Summary: You and Chris reminisce about a time when you were co-stars and things get heated

Authors note: I’ve seen comments about Chris possibly being a bad kisser based on watching him in movies and it inspired me

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb),smut, manhandling kink, tiny bit of degradation, oral (m+f recieving),

After grabbing a bottle of your favourite wine and some thai food you stand knocking on Chris’ front door. The door flings open and there he stands in a simple pair of sweats and a hoodie. “Finally! I’m starving, give me that” he rips the food out of your hands and makes a run for it towards the kitchen island.

“Hi Chris! Good to see you too, it’s been a while” You say to yourself slightly annoyed that he hadn’t even thought to greet you. Nevertheless, you make your way inside and open your wine. After handing you a plate and a fork Chris pulls you into a tight hug.

“Hey Y/N, it has been a while and I’ve missed you” He says, insinuating that he heard your sly comment at the door. You just giggle a bit and hug him back just as tightly. You guys separate and make your plates, opting to eat at the table. “So, how was filming?” he asks.

“It was good, nothing super special if I’m being honest though. The cast and crew were kind of boring and I didn’t even make any new friends” You respond forlornly.

“Awe that’s the worst. To be fair though, I think I set the bar too high in terms of fun co-stars” He says with a cocky grin.

“Well you’re not entirely wrong. I think you were the last real friend I’ve made on a set”

“It’s probably because I was the best kisser you’ve ever acted with” He claims, obviously deciding to stick with the prideful theme of jokes tonight. You can’t help but burst out laughing at this claim. Sure he wasn’t a horrible kisser but he wasn’t exactly the best either. Chris watches in bewilderment. “I’m sorry, did I say something funny?” he asks in mock exasperation.

“Chris c’mon” you say through your de-escalating laughter.

“No, what? What was so funny?”

“I just thought you were joking”

“Oh so you’re saying I wasn’t a good kisser?”

“I mean I don’t really know about best but I’m not saying you were terrible” You try to defend yourself.

“Well I guess that was a while ago. I mean we were in our 20s then. We’ve both changed a lot”

“Yeah you’re probably right. I’m sorry for laughing. I know I probably wasn’t the best either” you say. Now feeling bad because you might have actually hurt his feelings.

“I don’t know. I thought you were pretty good” he responds shyly, not taking his eyes off of his food.

“Well now I just feel bad” You say laughing.

“You don’t have to feel bad. I know for a fact I’ve gotten better since then”

“Well good for you then” you respond humorously.

“It’s just too bad that that’s your memory of me” he almost sounds actually sad.

“It’s ok. I’m not exactly friends with you for your kissing ability. So it’s all good”

“It’s not all good. Let me show you that I’ve gotten better” He proposes.

“Um, what?” you ask taken aback.

“Let me prove to you that I’m a good kisser now” he says again matter of factly. Clearly not understanding what has you so worked up.

“Chris I’m not that worried about it believe me. I’m fine with the memory I have.” you say, trying to see if he was serious about this.

“Well I’m not ok with it.” He definitely sounds serious. He stands up and walks toward you. He motions for you to stand, and despite your brains best efforts, your body obeys. He’s already standing so close to you, chest to chest. You apprehensively look up to him and see he’s already staring at you attentively. You glance at his lips quickly, and as soon as your eyes meet his again, his lips make contact with yours. This is undeniably a much different kiss than the one you had shared when you were basically kids. His lips move fervently across yours as he tilts his head and grabs the side of your face, deepening the kiss intensely. You can’t prevent the small whine that escapes the back of your throat, just like he can’t control the tightness of his sweats. He presses into you more, letting you feel every inch of him. Your hands move from their place on his arms to wind around the back of his neck. Grabbing the little hairs at the back of his head you subconsciously give a little tug and he groans deeply into your mouth, making your legs quiver. He guides you to the couch by your waist and sits you on his lap. You can feel his hands everywhere, roaming your body while his heat seeps into you and his mouth explores your chest. You moan and instinctively grind into his center. He rids you of your shirt and you do the same to him. His lips are around one of your nipples, one hand one one breast, and the other hand on your backside, gripping tightly. It’s like he’s scared you could be ripped from his arms as any second. You kiss behind his ear, finding his sweet spot making him release a guttural moan that shakes you to your core. After hearing that you’re sure he can feel your arousal seeping through your pants into his lap. It’s then though that you pull away to ask “Chris are you sure? I mean, you aren’t just trying to prove a point right?”.

“Baby I’ve honestly been thinking about this moment all these years”, he leans in close to your ear so you can feel his breath against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “I’ve always dreamt about how you’d feel against me like this, how I’d feel inside of you, how I’d feel tasting you”, in the midst of his beautiful speech, he catches you off guard and flips you on the couch so that you’re slightly angled off the couch. He kneels on the ground as he kisses his way down your body slowly. When he reaches the waistband of your pants he plants a dark mark on your skin, claiming you. He leaves trails of smaller marks down your thighs as he works your pants off. The slight bruising feeling of his bites matched with the roughness of his beard makes for a downright sinful feeling, matched by a sinful moan. He works his way back up your bare legs to your naked center. Placing small pecks mixed with small licks to your core he makes you a whimpering mess before he fully delves into your folds. He’s drinking you like a man who has been deprived of water his whole life. When he introduces a couple of fingers into your throbbing hole you fully lose it, coming undone within a matter of minutes.

Since you’ve fully turned into jelly around him, he effortlessly carries you to the bedroom, all but throwing you on the mattress. “Sorry to break it to you, but playtime is over now honey” you shudder at his words. You watch helplessly as he rids himself of his remaining clothes. As he goes to grab a condom, you stop him. “Just wait” You say, practically begging to taste him on your tongue. You pull yourself to a sitting position on the bed as he stands tall at the edge, already almost fully hard. You grab his length and stroke it a few times before giving him the same treatment of a small kiss at his tip and small licks to the underside of his shaft. His breathing becomes laboured as he watches you in awe when you take him into your mouth fully for the first time. You relax your throat and breath through your nose as you feel him hit the back of your throat. When you hollow your cheeks and moan around him he lets out a beautiful and deep moan. You work him for bit longer with a combination of your hand and mouth before he’s ripping you off of his cock and throwing you back on the bed. You gasp as your back hits the sheets but then you’re quickly being flipped over onto your stomach and he pulls your hips up. He’s working you like a doll, and you’ve never loved anything more. You feel him press himself against your back and say sensually but still firmly in your ear “I said playtime is over” you feel him rub his tip up and down your folds, collecting your arousal on his tip before he enters you. He wastes no time fully sheathing himself inside of you. He gives you but a second to adjust to him before his thrusting into you at an easy pace. Feeling every inch of him enter you again and again at such an agonizing speed starts to get to you and he notices you moving yourself against his shaft. “I had no idea you were so greedy baby. You’re having a hard time being patient aren’t you?” he asks in a demeaning tone. All you can do is mutter a pathetic little “please” while still trying to up the ante. He gets the hint and decides to give you what you want. Chris starts to move at a speed unlike anything you’ve had before. You’re certain your eyes roll to the back of your head while he pounds you endlessly into the mattress. You barely have the power to say “I’m cumming” by the time the wave hits you. All you can do is mix your obscene moan with the slapping and wet noises coming from between your bodies. Not long after hearing you and feeling you clench around him, Chris spills inside you with a groan of your name, which is almost enough to throw you again. He collapses onto your back, trying with all his might to keep his weight on his arms. You both stay like that for a second, with heaving breaths, sweaty skin, and rosy cheeks. When he finally exits you, you turn around to face him one his back. His one arm covers his eyes as he gives a light giggle and says “We completely forgot the condom”.

“Well technically you forgot the condom. But it’s ok, I’m on birth control” you slyly respond.

“Well thank god for that, because I don’t think I could have stopped if the fate of the world depended on it” you both let out a chuckle as he pulls you into his side. “So?” he asks gazing down at you with post-orgasm bliss.

“So what?” you ask, still trying to gain back the ability to think straight.

“Have I gotten better at kissing?”

“Yeah, you could say that” You respond nonchalantly, peaking at him through one eye.

“Well I’ve got all the time in the world to keep proving it to you” He says before getting up to get a cloth to clean you both up. As you watch him walk away you can’t help but think about what the rest of your nights are going to look like now.

#Chris Evans #chris evans oneshot #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers smut

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youn9racha · 3 years ago

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I Know (Part II)

Pairing: Changbinxfem!reader

Genre: smut

Warning: mild stalking, stripping, phone sex???, mutual masturbation, semi-exhibitionism, a tiny bit of corruption kink, and an even tinier praise kink, switch!changbin, switch!reader

Words: 2.8k

Extra Notes: like I’ve mentioned in the last part, everyone is above the age of 21 (think senior year of college age), so thats that. I’ve also noticed that the lyric is not that related to the story, but oh well :’) anyways, hope you enjoy this

And baby, I know, I know whatever city you’re in, you’re still the boy that I’d pick…

PLEASE READ PART 1 FIRST BEFORE THIS !!

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

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Changbin’s calling me…

What in the world does he want to talk to me about in this ungodly hour? It wasn’t late, but it certainly wasn’t early enough for a call like this. I looked back at the window and I still see the curtains still closed, assuming he was out or maybe in another room. I answered and put the phone in my ear.

”Hello?”

“Hey, (y/n)! I just wanted to call to check up on you,” he said, “how are you?”

Damn, he only called for innocent intentions... Why is he so damn cute?! (y/n), you got two choices to respond back; you either respond give him a nice sweet response, or you give a sly yet friendly comeback. It can work—

“(y/n)?” The voice out of the phone took me out of my inner self’s debate.

“Yes! Yes! I am fine,” I said, embarrassed and mentally facepalming myself. This is not doing well, he already thinks I am a creep and a loser. Or maybe not, since its seems like I heard a faint chuckle and the word “cute,” followed by, but that could just be a figment of my imagination. “How are you?”

”Oh, I am good, just came back from hanging out with Chan and Han,“ changbin responded, there were shuffling in the background so he could be doing something while on the phone, but what is it? I wouldn’t know. I heard him and Chris mentioning a ‘Han’ in our conversation we had while preparing for my apartment, so that name is familiar, however the owner’s not. “You should meet him one day, I think you both will be good friends.”

”Woah there, you better take me to dinner first before I meet your friend,” I teased. Keep it going, (y/n), you’re on the right track, you’ve definitely caught him off guard, like you always do.

“Give me a place, time, and date, you’ll get that dinner, or maybe I’ll let Chris take you.” Changbin nonchalantly said, oozing confidence just by his voice. That bitch… Always makes it harder for me than it already is. As if he saw my blushing reaction, he began laughing.

“What’s wrong, princess? Cat’s got your tongue?” He said it in a low voice. Usually, I would gag if anyone—let alone a man—calls me princess, but with him, it felt different. It felt… arousing? No! No! (y/n), get a grip!

I rolled my eyes and laid on my back to be more comfortable, “What is it, Changbin?” I said, changing the subject, “What is that you wanted to call me at 10 p.m?” Yes, pretend like he didn’t just call you princess in the sexiest tone of voice you’ve ever heard. Totally would work.

”I told you, I just want to check up on you,“ he confessed but he also paused to say something further, “and also I am bored and I kinda felt like talking to you. I’m not wasting your time, aren’t I?” Although I couldn’t see him, he does however sound really sincere with his words. I don’t want to sound naive, but he sounded truthful.

“No,” I shook my head, “you really didn’t, besides I just got out the shower and was just scrolling through instagram.” I said, looking down in my nails.

”Oh, really?” He said, “were you going to sleep?”

”No, I stay on social media for a long period of time, I don’t sleep that easily“

”I see,” he said, but then he stopped talking. As the awkward silence has erupted between us, I started to think more about the first time I saw him and how I felt. While I thought it would be better for me to tell him later on and on person, but this balloon inside of me was getting bigger and bigger as guilt is inflating it. I sighed and started to speak, “Hey Changbin.”

”Yeah?”

“Can I confess you to something?”

”Tell me anything, doll, I’m all ears.”

Dammit! You’re not making it easier.

I bit my lips, “uhh,” I am glad he wasn’t looking at me, grimacing and slapping my head.

”You know hitting yourself isn’t gonna help,” as soon as Changbin uttered these words, my heart sank. My eyes widened as I got up and looked out window. His curtains were open, and it showcase a very, very pleasant show.

I see Changbin, sitting at the edge of his bed, facing me as his black shirt was fitting his form really well, especially with the semi-flexed arm that has his phone near his ears meanwhile the other arm was holding the elbow of the occupied arm. He was look at me straight at my eyes when we made eye contact, and fuck, was that an image to look at. As I looked like a deer going through a headlight, Changbin tilted his head in confusion, but he still had a smirk, “what is it you wanted to me?” he said through the phone.

”I-I“ I stuttered. At this point, I’ve lost all sense of dignity and my self thought, I am about to get called a creep by a good looking man I met not too long. Here goes nothing.

”I may have invaded your privacy,” I said, which caused Changbin to furrow his eyebrows in even more confusion, still having a slight smile to it. “What are you talking about?”

”Ugh, Changbin, I saw you half naked when apartment touring numerous times!” I yelled in frustration, as he kept pushing my button. I looked away, not bearing to look at him, as I closed my eyes out of guilt. “I understand if you don’t want to be friend, even though we met for only a week, but I just couldn’t bear the guilt that I—“

As I confessed, I heard a laugh coming put of the phone, I opened my eyes and looked at Changbin looking down, with shoulders shaking up and down. Now, I have the confused look that he had, “What’s funny?”

“Oh, princess, you have no idea,” He said, still looking down. Me still being bemused, he noticed my silence and looked up at my frowned face.

”I know…” He smirked, while my eyes were widened. Son of a bitch.

”W-wh-“

“I thought you knew that I’m doing all this on purpose, I’ve been trying to catch your attention every single way.” He leaned forward, placing both elbows in his knees, “I thought you were smart, only to be a gullible baby.” He whispered the last part, as I gulped at the last part. God damn, he’s so intense with his gaze. His eyes wandering all over me meanwhile maintaining a very dark yet exciting aura, which typically puts me off but now, I’ve never wanted to pounce a man so badly.

I smirked at him, the guilt I had had fizzled away, only to replace with arousal.

“So you’re not mad?” I looked at him, with innocent eyes, now laying on my side, facing him, as my robe slipped and exposed a part of my shoulder and the upper of my chest. He breathed in, as he was examining me, “no, why would I be mad at you?” He leaned back, as his head was thrown back, neck exposed, placing his free hand on the back of his neck.

God, is he so fine…

”I could never be mad at my precious baby.” He smiled a seductive smile at me, which made me riled up by rolling my eyes and looking up. “You like getting called that, don’t you?” He may have said it in a question form, but it didn’t feel like one, it was rather a statement than a question. “Hm,” I said, looking back at him, eyes half opened out of hunger for him.

We had an intense eye contact, where if it weren’t for the distant and the glass that is placed in front of us, we’d probably be all over each other.

”Has your hang out with Han and Chris worn you out?” I asked, decievingly innocent. Man, the power this man has over me is no joke. He scoffed, “so you’re just going to mention other men like that?”

Ignoring him, I got up, letting the towel that was loosely in my head fall onto my bed, and went closer to the window, “let me relieve you of your stress, if you don’t mind.” I shyly fidgeted on my robe belt. He looked at me up and down, licking his lips, “I wouldn’t mind, if you don’t as well.”

There’s nothing more sexier than mutual consent. (y/n), shut up, don’t ruin the moment.

I smiled and backed away from the window. I put my phone on speaker and put it on the side. I looked back at him, as I held onto my robe belt, he looked at me with a smile. I turned around with a slight sway on my hips, as I slowly undid my belt, slowly exposing my back at him, smiling as I heard a shuddering breath coming out of the phone.

As the robe completely fell off my body, being just in my underwear, exposing whatever secret flaws that has been hidden from the public. I silently gasp at the cool breeze as I held onto my chest, sensing my nipples getting hard. “Turn around for me, baby,” Changbin’s breathy voice echoed all over the room.

We may not be in the same room, and we maybe exposing ourselves to whoever is above and under us as well, but neither of us care. In our eyes, we only got each other, and we’re the only ones in existence.

I turned to him, letting go of my breasts and letting myself be bare, only to see him palming himself through his tight pants, groaning at his lack of full on skin-to-skin touch. It’s like he was waiting for me to tell him touch himself, which proved correct when he said, “please, let me touch myself.”

I smiled sympathetically, and also slightly astonishingly. I have never met a man with such switch like that. His dominating demeanor has faded and been replaced to a submissive cutie, which I obviously seem to admire very much. Pretending to thinking, I sat down, and looked at him, putting my hands behind me, “only if you give me a show too.”

I smirked at his state. He was disheveled, and adorned a beet tint all across his cheeks and nose. He looked beaten, but I loved it, and he does too. He put his phone on speaker too, quickly got up, and rapidly got his shirt.

“Ah ah!” I said, which caused him to freeze, looking at me, desparation was seeping through his eyes. Menacingly smiling, “slowly.”

Which he obeyed, surprisingly patient and sensual, I jokingly remarked that “he got dancer hips,” with the way he took off clothes while his hips moved in a way not many who can control their bodies can. He chuckle, “you should see how it works wonder,” his cocky attitude has made a comeback, which should piss me off but it made the whole thing hotter than it already is.

We’re both in our underwear, looking up at our eyes and looking down at each other’s half-nude bodies. Changbin wasn’t the tallest man I have ever met—not that it matters—, but he got many aspects that makes up for it, and its not just looks or personality. Just by the outline, I can tell that his little guy wasn’t little.

I propped myself with my elbows as I spread my legs, for him to see the wet spot that is stained in my underwear. He grunted at the sight, while I chuckle, “you like what you see?” I faux-innocently asked as I trailed my hand from my neck, making my head fall back, down to the valley of my chest, onto the waistband of my underwear.

“Fuck…” Changbin cursed, admiring the sight in front of him. He didn’t realize how lucky he was to see me in a state like this, not many have the privilege, especially not with men I met in a short amount of time.

I tugged my panties, took it off and exposed a part that he was dying to see, which caused him to gulp. He sighed with a smile, “god damn, (y/n),“ he shook his head in disbelie, “I’ve always thought you were gorgeous, but now I’m convinced you’re a goddess“

I giggle at his words, “and you, sir, are a demon disguised as a greek god” I teased back, tracing my two fingers around my lips, I noticed that he still was in his underwea. He still waited for my permission. How adorable.

”You can take off your underwear, Binnie” I didn’t even mean to give him the nickname, but I was too excited to even think straight. I looked at him, and saw him reveal his friend, and I gasped loudly, which made Changbin alert. “What? Whats wrong?”

”Nothing, its just,” I chuckle, “you have a nice dick.”

”Thank you,” He smirked as he sat down and looked at me, with full attention. I put my two fingers into my mouth, while maintaining eye contact. I then trailed my finger down to clit, which resulted in me letting out a blissful gasp. Meanwhile, Changbin was repositioning to a comfortable position as he began to touch himself, which caused him to let out a choked out groan.

”Binnie, as you touching yourself?” I half-whispered, but it was still loud enough for him hear along with my fingers movements that moved from my clit onto my slit, which made me moan.

”Ah-y-yes” Changbin groaned and nodded, as he was stroking his dick following the pace that I was going at.

After hearing Changbin’s groans, I began inserting my fingers at my slit, making me whimper in the process, “oh, fuck” I cursed, as I started to thrust my fingers in and out, noises coming out of my mouth along with the wetness of my pussy were getting louder, which excited Changbin, as his stroking was audible through the phone along with his beautiful groans.

“god, (y/n), if only I could touch you,” Changbin spoke through groans when he saw me fondling my breast and going faster. I was getting louder with my noises, in contrast of Changbin’s quite yet beautiful and audible noises. So much so, it sounds like Changbin was watching porn, rather than getting fucked at a distance.

“Ah-are-fuck-are you close?” Changbin asked through whines, his speech was getting difficult as he was getting closer to climax with his strokes going as fast as I was.

I nodded, out of struggle of speech, whining out, “Ah! Binnie!”

“Fuck, (y/n), I’m—“ Changbin grunted, as his strokes was started to get sloppy, he began to thrust onto his hands. I began to feel like something burning up in my stomach, moaning at the sensation, “Chang��I’m cummin— I’m cumming”

“Me too…” He choked on his words, as his groans and moans were also getting louder. Our phone voices combined was dirty but erotic, topped with the scene of two people masturbating to each other, now thats even a hotter view.

“Binnie!”

“Go ahead, baby... cum”

And just like that, I let out a squeal as I reached my peak, still playing with myself until I sensed an overstimulation. Not too long after, I was hearing a lot of grunt from the call and then I looked at Changbin, who ended up cumming onto his stomach, his chest raising up and down, letting himself catch his breath. Still out of breath, we both looked at each other, we both laughed at our fucked out state.

“Holy fuck, was that hot?” Changbin commented, taking the phone, putting it out of his speaker and back to his ear. I laughed at his sudden remark, nodding, “oh yeah, can’t wait to feel what you feel like,” I bit my lip.

”At least buy me dinner first,” He teased, referring to the remark I had at the time, which made me roll my eyes and him to chuckle. “You’re a dick,” I said.

”A big one, and a pretty one according to you,” He teased again. I started to jokingly groan at his words, causing him to laugh, “alright, alright, I’ll stop.”

I got up and picked the phone, looking at him, “I had fun, we should do this again,” him and I started exchanging a smile, this time it was more pure than the smiles we had earlier. He nodded, “for sure, but the next time is going to be in one of our beds, I really need to touch you.”

”The feeling is mutual.”

We began to talk a little more, until we both have felt that slumber was starting to sneak up onto our eyes. We both ultimately had to hang up, since we don’t want to raise our phone bills with our already long call. While facing away from the window, I couldn’t help but started admire Changbin in my head.

I typically hate men, but Changbin wasn’t just like any man.

He was Changbin, and I highly doubt that you’ll ever find a man like him.

#changbin fanfic #changbin scenarios #changbin smut #changbin imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz fanfic #skz smut

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80s4life · 3 years ago

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Not What I Had Planned Pt.2

Word Count: 1,244

Status: Requested!

Ask: “Hi, I was wondering if you could do a part 2 from Kiefer Sutherland’s request? If your not too busy” + “Umm how about it’s first time changing his daughter diaper and he’s a little nervous about changing her?”

A/N: This was a request on my Wattpad account that I brought over here lol

Fandom: Stand By Me 1986

Relationship: Ace Merrill x GN!Reader (x baby girl)

Summary: Having a child is an all new adventure to every parent, especially when with your first child. There’s a first feeding, first word, first walk, run, bruise, cut, cry, kiss.... and even your first diaper. Follow Ace and Y/N through their highlights in the world of parenting!

Warnings: langauge, fluff, humor if I do say so myself

Masterlist Stand By Me Masterlist Part One

{Gif is not mine, credits to @mistress-gif}

To say that parenting was easy would’ve easily given away a person who has no clue about kids in general. Unless they are some saint or angel, then any kid could be a goddamn monster. The only defense, they don’t act like this on purpose, it’s just in their nature. And, in order for them to be raised properly, certain points or changes in their lives must be tackled in different forms of parenting.

For instance, when the child is only an infant or toddler, crying, pain, and attention-cravings are just the few things that are typical. Infants are delicate, unable to properly explain or do anything themselves, crying and attention being essential. As toddlers, they start to learn things on their own, cry and attention still to be expected, as they now reach their clumsiness period, consistent falling, stumbling, and tripping now.

To say Ace was prepared for this was a full-proof lie, him not knowing or being understanding for shit. He didn’t know how to be a father, especially when the father figure he’s usual supposed to take notes and go by, was a complete ass that could’ve cared less of who he had fathered and unsupported.

Y/N, however, was the opposite of Ace. Having supportive, loving, close-knit bonds. That’s what had drawn Ace into their little circle, being complete opposites, yet undeniably attracted to one another. Y/N’s father was the father Ace never had, playing football, watching sports, talking politics, hell even cooking barbecue on a damn grill; was just a few of the things observed and learned.

Y/N’s mother also played an amazing role, prying her way into Ace’s life just as her child had. Delicate, kind and caring. Y/N’s mother taught Ace sympathy, more control on his emotions, how to love and be loved by family, and of course, their child, Y/N.

All of these things, that may tend to be simple knowledge, was introduced to Ace as if it were a whole new world, and, when the pair had introduced their new addition, he applied everything he could. He was as caring as he could manage, which although he thought otherwise, was the kindest he had ever been to any human being in the world (besides Y/N and their family of course).

Ace carried a camera always, worked some extra hours during the night just for extra cash in the future, carried his baby girl everywhere, and despite his hard feelings for his family, he had created the beautiful name of Christina Poppy Merrill. Since their first kid was a daughter, Christina came in the honor of his brother Chris Merrill, and her middle name had come from his father’s nickname, ‘Pop.’

Y/N, being their ever supporting self, quickly hopped on the bandwagon, loving the name completely, not completely caring as long as their baby carried their Ace’s last name, just as they always dreamed of in the future. Marriage was something Y/N nearly craved, but never brought it up to Ace, him still knowing secretly but haunted by yet another touchy topic on its own level.

They understood though, knowing now that that topic would have to wait, their new addition coming first.

For a while, Chrissy had slept in their bed during the nights, while Y/N and Ace built the very room she would soon reside in for the many years to come. Y/N painted the walls pink and blue hues, mixing in some places to make them a slight purple, like a sunset. Ace busied himself by building a handmade bed, “Something sturdy so she doesn’t fall through the fucking floor,” is what he claimed, stealing giggles in answer to his ever-questionable train of thought.

Music blasting, people working, and a baby playing in the center of the room. Bliss. Everything Y/N wanted, especially when their beloved boyfriend made sure he checked on the baby girl every so often, sometimes taking a break to even play cars with her. They fell for Ace long ago, but moments like these strike right to the heart, knowing damn well that they somehow can fall even harder for him.

Even the dumb, giggly moments.

Y/N had changed Chrissy for a while, eventually getting somewhat annoyed as they would get up throughout the night just to change the baby in question, Ace claiming innocence and, “I don’t know how to... baby.”

Y/N didn’t even bother to question what the fuck he was trying to say, sleep creeping into his being, but not long enough as Y/N yanks his ass out of bed, pulling his hand along with theirs.

Entering the room, Y/N goes to the changing station and Ace grabs Chistina, giving a resting bitch face to Y/N for waking him up. They ignore him however, quite tired of his excuses and deciding to teach the man exactly what to do, so that he didn’t have any excuses to give.

Pointing things out every now and then, Ace takes the advice, doing what was instructed...hardly. He almost gagged as he took the spoiled diaper off his baby girl, the shit coating some of her back. Y/N had laughed at that, finding some satisfaction at the fact of him probably having the worst diaper yet as his first.

He does manage to clean her up though, Y/N had to admit, doing quite well for a man so out of his comfort zone. He was the ‘bad boy’ for Christ’s sake. It was towards the end though, when Ace fucked up royally. Going to grab the baby powder and lightly dab some on the baby’s diaper, but dumping a mountain of the stuff instead.

The couple stare for a moment, Christina even silencing questionably, looking at the mess of baby powder both coating Chrissy and Ace. Y/N, trying not to be the immature one in this situation, takes steps back, but loses it the second they get a good look at Ace’s face, shocked and confused as hell.

He turns towards them accusingly, but soon gives into the humorous situation too, chasing Y/N as he goes to coat them in baby powder as well. They squeal, racing around the house until Ace wraps his arms around their waist, dumping some of the powder on their head.

Within seconds, they are a laughing mess, running back towards Chrissy, almost forgetting she was still sitting on the changing station. Y/N shows Ace how to change the baby properly now, doing the rest of the cleanup and changing themselves as Ace watches adoringly.

Placing the baby in the crib, Ace rids himself of his shirt, clad in his underwear only now, and continues down the hall back to the shared couple’s bedroom. Y/N follows closely behind, admiring his muscular back, as they really couldn’t help it in their case.

The couple lays back down, content smiles on their features. Ace’s arms reach towards Y/N’s form, bringing their back against his chest, right arm cradling their head and the left delicately draped across their waist, his head placed in the crook of their neck.

The utter comfort and love in the embrace quickly reassures Y/N, their joints finally loosening from the long day and events of the night. And, just as sleep comes to overtake them, they could just hear Ace below a whisper, “One day I’ll get ya’ your ring, and one day, you’ll steal my last name, just as you’ve stolen my heart.”

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christ0pher-evans · 4 years ago

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Variety’s Actors on Actors

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Warnings: Slight Angst / Implied Smut Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This is my first time writing a Chris Evans fanfiction. It it loosely based off of Variety’s Actors on Actors interviews with Chris Evans and Paul Rudd / Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson. It is pure fluff, hope you guys like it!!! Please reblog and like🖤

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When Variety had approached you to be involved in the ‘Actors on Actors’ style interviews, you knew that it could be really fun, a great opportunity and you felt immediate excitement for who they might pair you with.

It was only a day later when they had told you that they wanted you to do the interview with Chris Evans. Normally, any time that you got to spend with Chris, physically or virtually, was fun; however you had no idea how you could possibly interview the man when you knew all there was to know about his life and career, I mean you’d only know him 16 years, and been together for the past 6 years, leading to your past first year of blissful marriage.

You had spent the last month away from Chris due to the filming of your latest movie, and was missing him so much that your heart hurt. The thought of getting to spend a full 45 minutes doing this interview with him was making you jump for joy, because usually neither of you have enough free time simultaneously to be able to spend this length of time together. It’s often a fleeting text of “I miss you”, or a 5 minute phone call between scenes.

You had spent the past week since finding out about this interview trying to come up with interesting enough questions that the fans would want answers to. You were also thankful for Variety as they had sent you a pre-made list of questions in case you got stuck.

It was finally an hour before the interview, and you hadn’t seen Chris’ face for the past two weeks so you decided to make a bit of extra effort to look nice for him.

You were sat in front of your dressing table in your apartment that had be rented out for you whilst you were filming. Make-up was spread all over the table and you could see the reflection, several outfits littered all over your bed where you had yet to make your mind up on what to wear.

45 minutes later and you had a light brown and glittery smokey eye, a subtle winged liner with a gloss over your lips and had given yourself a bouncy blow-dry. After looking through all your outfits, you had decided on one of Chris’ oversized jumpers that you stole before you left and some jeans - even though you wanted to look really nice for him, you knew how much he would appreciate seeing you in his clothes more.

You had made yourself a coffee and set yourself up at the breakfast bar for the interview. Checking everything was set up and ready for the interview, you waited patiently with butterflies in your stomach for it to start. You were bought out of your excited daze by the noise of your phone, a message from Chris popped up.. ‘Can’t wait to see your beautiful face’ Boy, did he still make you swoon after so long together.

Not long had passed before the sound of a video call was coming through on your laptop, and as you answered, a member of the Variety team was on your screen. “Hi Y/N, it’s so lovely to speak to you and thank you so much for partaking in this interview. In a couple of minutes, we will connect you straight through to Chris and you can just start chatting and asking your questions. We will record everything from our end and then edit it together to be posted online.” “That all sounds perfect to me. Thank you so much for having me and letting me do this with my husband.” You couldn’t help but grin, it never got old getting to call Chris your husband. You absentmindedly twirled your engagement and wedding rings round your finger. “Okay, we will connect you now. Have fun!”

And then there he was, bright eyed and grinning at you through the screen.

“Hi Sweetheart.” His voice made your heart flutter and your stomach do flips. "Hi Chris, how are you?” you reply sweetly.

You made some small talk for the sake of the interview, before starting to ask each other questions. “So I have a confession to make..” you paused briefly, “I could not think of any questions to ask you that I didn’t already know the answer to, so I thought I would ask questions that I think fans would want to know the answer to.”

You grin, proud of yourself and proud of the big laugh you got out of Chris because you had come up with such a good idea. “My first question is when you first got into acting, how did you navigate the work/life balance?”

Chris took a swig of beer, pondering his answer before starting. “Well when I actually booked my first bigger film that had a busy schedule, was on the film we worked on together, so previous to that I didn’t have much of a social life” he chuckled, “But when you’re filming for maybe 12 hours a day, 6 days a week, you have to quickly find a routine that works for you where you can still show up to work every day and give 110%. I also remember we used to take naps on set in between our takes all the time.” You couldn’t help but smile as you fondly remembered the first time working with Chris. “No but seriously, when you find a script that you are passionate about, and get to work with people that are truly amazing at what they do, you are happy to dedicate as much time as you need to to get that perfect take, to eventually make that perfect film.”

“Okay, well let’s talk about Defending Jacob, which for you, was a completely different style of character for you to become. How did you prepare for that role?”

“Yeah, it was definitely a new type of role to encompass, especially off the back of playing Captain America for almost a decade, even though he was considered a serious character, it’s a completely different league to enter. I remember doing a lot of work with real life district attorneys to understand the pressure and seriousness of the job role and I remember going through lines with you every damn day.”

You zone out as Chris carries on talking about Defending Jacob as you remember the nights fondly.

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You had just finished clearing up dinner as Chris comes bounding back into the kitchen with his script for Defending Jacob. Placing it down on the dining room table, he turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Sweetheart, pretty please can we run my lines again? I’ve been thinking about how I can add more passion into my character to really emphasise his emotions in those tough scenes.”

You absolutely couldn’t say no to him. You was so proud of how much work he was putting into this show and how perfect he wanted it to be, but you also couldn’t say no to those gorgeous blue puppy eyes.

It had been 45 minutes since you started running lines, you were now sitting on the dining room table swinging your legs back and forth and you couldn’t take your eyes off Chris pacing round the table, the anger and passion in his voice as he recalled his lines. You could feel the heat pooling towards the bottom of your stomach as he ran his hand through his hair, his chest flexing as he shouted his lines, the gruff tone of his voice only making your panties wetter. You were biting your lip gently as Chris pulled you out of your daydream.

“Y/N are you alright, are you getting bored?” You shook your head quickly.

“God no, course not babe. You’re doing great, I’m just slightly distracted.”

Just like always, Chris could read your mind and knew exactly what you were thinking. He sauntered closer to you, placing himself in front of you and sliding your legs open so he could stand between them. Placing his script down, he used one finger to tilt your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Is there something you like baby?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he called you baby and ran his finger across your bottom lip before ghosting a kiss on them. He leaned down towards you, one hand running down towards your panties as he kissed along your neck and up to your ear, before mumbling..”I think we can take a break”.

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You chuckled to yourself, remembering so vividly on how you both broke the dining room table that night.

“Oh, is something funny sweetheart?” Chris bought you out of your daydream. Clearing your throat, you mumbled an apology before changing the subject straight back to the interview.

“Okay, let me ask you a question now Y/N. I want to know how it feels to be like a superwoman as you managed to film and promote your latest movie whilst we were planning our wedding?”

You giggle lightly and smile broadly, remembering the chaos that was your life the six months leading up to your wedding.

“Honestly, Chris, that feels like a blur these days. Planning our wedding was much more work than filming and doing press tours, but somehow we made it work. Don’t make it sound like I did it so elegantly though, I was an absolute bridezilla those six months and I don’t know how you put up with me.” You smile at each other through the screen, remembering the fond memories of your engagement. “But in all honesty, it was just quite a strict schedule with minimal sleep. I loved filming and the press tour for my film was so much fun, as was planning our wedding so even though at the time, it felt like an impossible task, looking back and seeing how well the film did and how perfect our wedding day was, it makes the hard work worth every second.”

Your smile falters slightly at the thought of some of the more stressful times during that stretch, but quickly returns at the look of love in Chris’ eyes as he hangs onto your every word.

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You had spent the day at home trying to organise the seating plan for your wedding which was quickly approaching in 3 months, whilst Chris had been out all day filming.

Unfortunately before Chris came home, you had pulled your heels on, ready to walk out the door to your awaiting car to take you to your latest movie press panel. A sad sigh was all you managed before you hauled yourself out the door for the 2 hour interview with your cast mates.

The panel had finished at 9pm and you had jumped straight back in the car, so the driver could take you home to Chris, silently hoping you could catch him for a bit before he went to bed. You knew he would be calling it a night quite early as you had woken up to his side of the bed empty and cold that morning, meaning he had left the house before sunrise. You felt a sudden pang of sadness about how little time you’d spent with your fiancé over the past 3 months. It was no ones fault, you were both busy but it felt like you were actively avoiding one another. You shook your head as a few tears fell.

As a welcome distraction on the way home, you had opted to start looking at flower arrangements for the bridesmaids bouquets, but you could feel yourself drifting in and out of consciousness, feeling so tired and drained from months of final filming and wedding planning.

It was just after 10:15pm as you stepped out the car, thanking the driver before heading up the path to your house. You could see the lights were off, bar the hallway light that Chris had left on for your arrival home. You sighed sadly as you stepped in the door to the quiet abyss. You removed your heels, not wanting to make any unnecessary noise, knowing that Chris was up just as early tomorrow.

Walking through to the kitchen, you could see Chris had left you some pizza takeout on the side but you didn’t have the energy to eat, just wanting to curl up in bed.

Heading straight into the ensuite to your bedroom, you quietly took off your make-up and cleansed your face to hide your tear-stained cheeks. Creeping back into the bedroom, you stood looking in the mirror of your dresser as you put on one of Chris’ t-shirts; you looked defeated and utterly glum. As you stood there for a moment longer, trying to collect your emotions and bottle them away, you heard Chris stir.

“Babe, come to bed.”

You felt your shoulders relax at the rough sound of his sleepy voice. Quickly wiping under your eyes once more, you turned round to see him holding the duvet up so you could crawl under and into his waiting arms.

Immediately relaxing into the mattress, goosebumps arose on your skin as Chris trailed his fingers up your side to pull you into him. You let yet another tear fall from your eye at the fact that this was the first time you’d actually seen him today, frustrated that work and wedding planning was taking up all your time. This didn’t go unnoticed by Chris as he caught the lone tear with his finger, wiping it away.

“I just want our wedding to be perfect and my movie to do well without having to sacrifice all my time with you” you whimpered, hiding your face in Chris’ chest.

“Sweetheart, I’m marrying you, it will all be perfect. Get some sleep, I love you.” Chris gave you a kiss on your forehead before falling straight to sleep, you dozing off straight after him, with heart full of love.

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The interview was coming to an end and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness of getting to spend so much time talking to Chris but also dread of not knowing when you would get to see his face again before you finally got to go back home in a months time.

“Okay sweetheart, I have one last question and it is one that Variety suggested for both of us to answer. What is the best part about being married to someone in the same profession as you?” You smile at Chris through the screen, trying to think of only one thing to pick.

“Well, it is difficult to pick one, because there are so many great reasons but also it is really hard being married to someone in the same profession as you. I always try to be honest with our fans and in interviews, so I don’t want to sugarcoat it. We have to go long periods of time not getting to see each other and always having such high pressured schedules doesn’t allow a lot of time for married life.” You sigh at the look of sadness that has washed over both your faces. “However I count my lucky stars every day for having such a supportive and understanding husband like you.” You notice Chris blush at your answer before nodding along with you, agreeing with what you’ve said.

“I have to agree with you sweetheart. There is definitely some poetic justice in the fact that we met on set, both doing the job we love so fondly and here we are, 16 years later, married and getting to celebrate our achievements every single day together.”

You have to told back the tears as the interview finishes and Chris disappears from your screen. Even though you have demanding jobs, you could not feel luckier to be married to a man like Chris and you couldn’t wait to go back home to him.

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ody3baby · 3 years ago

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Eddie falling asleep with his head in Buck's lap or on his thigh as maybe Buck's looking down at him-? I don't know take it from pls. there

A/N: I know you completely forgotten about this prompt but I'm still sorry it's taken me so long lol.

That being said, thank you so much for the prompt anyways :)

ao3 version here

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"Are you okay?" Buck asked as Eddie wiggled ever so slightly in his seat for what felt like the millionth time.

"I'm fine." Eddie answered also for the millionth time.

The blond rolled his eyes. This was getting out of hand.

"Eddie." He gave his best friend, who was stubbornly staring ahead and pretending to watch the cartoon that Christopher had enthusiastically picked, a pointed look before sofly kicking his ankle.

The other man jerked and swivelled his head to meet Buck's gaze. "Hey, what was that for?"

"Eds, you're hurting."

Eddie huffed a quick, "I'm fine."

Before he could protest Christopher chimed in from his current spot on the floor against the couch that he moved to earlier after being tired of bumping into his dad whenever they moved at the same time. "Daaaaad." He started to say before letting out an exasperated sigh that made him seem like an actual teenager and not just a pre-teen. "You're hurt."

Eddie opened his mouth to protest but then closed it before letting out a sigh of defeat. "My shoulder is just aching a little from sitting on the couch for too long. It's not that big of a deal."

Both Buck and Chris shared a long-suffering look, used to the older Diaz's stubbornness but still a little exasperated from having to deal with it more frequently the past few weeks. Although, they'd didn't complained because as long as Eddie was still alive that was all that mattered.

"Eds," Buck began to tell him in a soft voice, "do you need to lay down?"

It was Eddie's turn to roll his eyes. "I'm fine." He repeated with emphasis. "I've been in that damn bed enough these past few weeks to last a lifetime."

"Eddie." Buck told him sternly, knowing that if Eddie was showing discomfort and talking about his shoulder bothering him then it must've really been hurting him and he didn't want his best friend to exasperate the wound and hurt even more.

"Buck." Eddie mocked.

"Donkey!" Christopher exclaimed, breaking the tension.

The two men blinked at each other, looked at the ten year old who started to giggle, then looked back at each other before starting to laugh as well.

After a few moments of laughter, Buck let out a soft sigh. "Eddie, I'm serious. If you need to, I can help you to bed."

His best friend gave him a fond smile which wasn't until recently that Buck had realized the full effect it had on him. "I know. And thank you for caring, like you always do. But it's almost Chris' bedtime anyways and I want to spend as much time with you guys out here as possible."

Buck sighed, always ending up giving in to Eddie. It had taken his best friend getting shot for him to realize exactly why he had that effect on Buck. "I know you do." He said ever so softly. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so overbearing. It's just..." He paused.

"We worry about you." Christopher finished for him, patting his father's leg as he gave him a serious look.

Eddie smiled down at his son. "I don't want you to worry, Mijo. That's my job."

"But dad, we do worry. It's what family does."

Eddie's smile brightened. "Well when you put it that way..." He then began to tickle his son, who's giggles echoed happily throughout the living room.

However, the older Diaz could only tickle for a second or so before wincing in pain, although he did a pretty good job of hiding it. But Buck could tell how much his best friend was hurting. He always could.

"Okay, that's it." Buck announced, moving closer to the end of the couch until his left side hit the arm. He then patted his thigh. "Come on."

Eddie's eyes widened ever so slightly, making Buck realize the innuendos that motion caused.

He then cleared his throat. "Lay your head on my lap."

Yeah that didn't sound quite better either.

Buck then quickly added. "So you can finish the movie with me and Chris and be at least somewhat more comfortable."

Eddie gave him that small yet fond smile once more, eyes slightly widened as he looked at him in what seemed to be in awe.

The blond shifted in his seat. "What?"

His best friend cleared his throat. "Nothing." His eyes then fell toward Buck's lap before travelling back to meet his gaze. "Are you sure?"

Buck rolled his eyes before patting his thigh again. "Of course. Come on, we're missing all the good parts."

Eddie's smile widened as he proceeded to lay down on the couch, his back against the cushions as his head tilted slightly to see the movie.

Trying to help him be as comfortable as possible, Buck went to delicately rest his arm around Eddie's side so his bad shoulder could have more support.

They surprisingly got settled in comfortable positions rather quickly as Christopher gave them a bright smile before turning his attention back on the tv and proceeding to rewind the little bit that they missed.

They watched the cartoon in a peaceful silence besides the laughter coming from all three of them at different points. It didn't take long for Buck to subconsciously begin to to rub small, soothing circles on Eddie's arm with one hand and softly run his fingers through Eddie's hair in the other.

His best friend hitched a breath at first at the touch, which made Buck about to stop his small movements. But before he could, Eddie sunk further in the blond's hold, and let out a moan of contentment.

"Hmmm. That's nice." He muttered, shifting his head ever so slightly so he could softly rub his nose against Buck's thigh, like a cat who was enjoying a head rub.

And wow, okay. This was new.

Though Buck could add it up to the list of small yet new and slightly alarming - but in a good way - things that Eddie had done since coming home from the hospital.

For a man who had gotten shot in broad daylight and almost… died, Eddie had surprisingly been... lighter in a way.

Even while he was struggling with dealing with having to only use one arm and needing other's help since Eddie always had a hard time asking for help. But at least with Buck he had been more open about it, more willing to tell the blond what he needed. Even though there were still plenty of times where Buck had to guess and not be told Eddie's needs, like just a few minutes prior.

But, whenever Eddie would ask Buck for help and the blond immediately said "Of course" or when Buck gave him exactly what he needed at the moment without being asked, no matter what Eddie would always give him that fond smile.

Buck had noticed it before that fateful day, but there was something about those fond looks that sorta...grew afterwards. A certain openness that always took his breath away.

And then of course there were those lingering touches that Eddie had given him countless of times as well.

Sure, Buck had been helping him with his PT exercises so of course they'd be touching a lot. But it wasn't just then. Like whenever Buck would hand Eddie something and their fingers would graze each other. Or whenever Eddie needed to walk pass Buck and his hand would press on his back for a moment. It was used to be where the touch would only last a milisecond but now it'd just linger there for a few secondw too long. In fact, whenever they'd accidentally touch - and that had been happening a lot in these past few weeks - Eddie would always just… linger there. And whenever he'd finally move away, he didn't look bashful or embarrassed or anything like that. No. He'd just give Buck this lingering, secretive smile that always made his stomach flutter, before going back to what he was doing and acting like he didn't just almost give Buck a heart attack with all of the palpitations that he caused.

However, Buck would just try to tell himself that he was just overreacting and that it was just because his feelings for his best friend had been present more than ever and hard to keep in since the incident. That Eddie had always acted like that because they were best friends and close and that was what they did. Nothing changed except Buck temporarily moving in to help out which made everything seem more intimate than it really was.

That was it. Nothing less. Nothing more.

Well...besides the fact that Eddie had apparently put Buck in his will as Christopher's guardian if something were to happen to him. A fact that Eddie had kept to himself for a year. Something that Buck may or may not still be reeling from during these past few weeks. Especially as he and the Diaz boys had fallen into this somewhat domestic bubble that Buck kept trying to convince himself that it was just temporary as Eddie recovered.

And it worked. For the most part.

However, it had been more and more difficult for Buck to convince himself of it when it came to moments like his current one.

With the way Eddie didn't second guess to lay on Buck's lap after getting the okay and proceeding to sink further into the touch. Eddie's little moans and noises of contentment as Buck continued his gentle movements.

And...did Eddie's lips just gently graze the skin on Buck's thigh where his shorts rode up?

That...that had to be a mistake right?

Because, sure, there had been moments here and there where it really felt like they were gonna kiss before one or both of them pulled away. But, again, this was all mostly likely in Buck's head.

Right?

Daring to look down at Eddie, he noticed how his eyes were now closed as his breathing had gotten more even. It seemed like Eddie had fallen asleep, looking more peaceful than Buck had seen him in a long time.

His heart was beating loudly in his chest, as his stomach tightened while every fiber in his being lightened up like they were on fire. Buck hitched a breath. He couldn't take it. His love for his best friend encompassed him.

Every night he had nightmares of that day. Of the absolutely devastating fear of losing Eddie. Buck had never been more terrified in his life. But it were moments like this current one where Buck thanked the universe with everything he had that Eddie was here. That he was alive and breathing. That even after getting shot and dealing with the traumatizing struggle of his recovery, Eddie still seemed lighter. More open and sure of himself in a certain vulnerability that Buck had never seen on him before. Like a certain puzzle piece had clicked. And even when there were days where Eddie had been frustrated and angry and just flat out stubborn with his recovery, that lightness had still somehow been there, keeping him grounded.

Eddie was alive. Eddie was getting better. And as he did, Buck was going to continue to be with him as much as possible.

And even though his recovery was going to take a long time between the physical therapy and his therapy for his PTSD, and it was still gonna be a long and hard road, there were still moments where Eddie was happy. Happier than Buck had seen him in a long time even.

Moments like these where it was just Eddie, Buck, and Christopher, being together.

And Buck? Buck could live in these moments forever. As long as he had Eddie and Christopher then he'd be okay.

At that thought he looked away from the sleeping man in his lap to check on Chris. The kid was now laying on the soft carpet, head on one of the couch pillows, now fast asleep just like his dad.

His two Diaz boys. Who had both gone through so much more than anyone should in a lifetime and now were both sleeping happily, with small smiles both on their faces.

Buck's heart clenched in his chest.

Now this? This was what pure happiness felt like.

He then looked back down at the soft expression on Eddie's face as his best friend slept soundly.

Buck couldn't take it anymore.

Sure this was a very bad idea, but his heart felt like it was going to rip out of his chest. His love for the best friend he'll ever have was just too much.

And so, in a moment of weakness, Buck leaned his head down and kissed Eddie's forehead, lingering there for a few seconds or so before whispering in a hushed tone, "I love you."

Eddie's head shifted ever so slightly which made Buck immediately rip his hand away.

His best friend's eyes slowly fluttered open before meeting his gaze.

And there it was. That fond look yet again. But this time it was brighter than Buck had ever seen it before.

Eddie smiled up at him, "I love you too."

And just like that Buck finally knew what that missing puzzle piece Eddie had seemed to find. Because he was now feeling it too as everything fell into place.

Not being able to contain himself anymore, Buck leaned down and placed a small yet emotional-filled kiss on Eddie's lips. His best friend returned the kiss with as much vigor.

After Buck lifted his head up ever so slightly, he placed his forehead against Eddie's as they smiled softly at each other.

Yeah, he could get used to this.

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buckys-other-punk · 3 years ago

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Merciless

Pairing: Asshole Ex-Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Reader

Request: Could I have a part 2 to Insensitive were the reader comes back and she’s a bad bleep?

Summary: A couple months after their breakup, Y/N has changed since the last time Chris saw her.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: mentions of previous cheating, alcohol, cussing, mentions of sex, and badass reader aka justice lol I don't know

A/N: Hello! Thank you @vanillabqrnes for the request apologies for this taking forever and I hope you like this! Also sorry to those who follow me, I promised to write more and that didn’t happen, but here’s something lol. Whenever I wanna write I open my computer and then bam writers block. Also please don’t mind any minor mistakes this is unedited. Anyways hope you enjoy and I’ll meet with you at the end of the fic ; )

Previous Part

It had been six months since your breakup with Chris and honestly you were doing great. I mean at first after all the rage you remembered the good memories from your relationship. While recalling those “good”memories you realized that four months prior to you finding out he cheated that he had been acting strange and distant. But you’ve moved on and could care less about that asshat.

You quickly moved on and actually you’ve completely changed your mentality when it comes to relationships. You have started to become more comfortable with yourself and not let anyone walk over you. Your closest friends have noticed your change in demeanor and they love it. They have literally called you a badass heartbreaker, solely because you have turned down almost every guy who reminded you of your asshole ex-boyfriend.

With your new look and attitude you were able to find the perfect match for you. You met your boyfriend, Henry *cough Henry Cavill cough*, at a party hosted by a mutual friend. The two of you were trying to avoid the crowd which didn’t help since the two of you were seated at the bar. You both had people flock towards you offering to buy drinks, which you both rejected. The two of you noticed one another when a woman asked Henry for his number, he declined, then she started flirting with you. You shook your head and scoffed, turning her down as you stood from your seat. You walked closer to the man taking a seat right next to him. After that the two of you had a pleasant conversation about who had the most people to hit on them, you won, and then the rest is history.

Your new relationship was completely different from your previous one. Henry adores you, treating you way better than you know who ever did. Also lets just say the sex was clearly better and you learned new things about yourself with your boyfriend. You never really got to explore that side of you when you were with Chris. He would be the one to take charge and never let you try something new.

Anyways you and Henry were actually going to lunch at one of your favorite fancy restaurants. Opting to sit near the open glass window you ordered your food. You didn’t give a fuck how these rich people were staring at you because you were wearing. You wore a long leather coat showing the right amount of cleavage and thigh high black boots. Henry wore a white button up shirt that clung to his muscles and dark blue dress pants. You laughed at a joke that Henry made, you glanced out the window and your eyes widened. Henry looked outside and he felt his blood start to boil.

*Chris’ POV*

After the break up the infamous Chris Evans was having a slightly rough time. He still didn’t understand what he did wrong. Then about a few months later Brittany, his second girlfriend while dating you, dumped Chris because she apparently found a better, richer man. Chris had been miserable in his house ever since. He thought about calling you after his break up with Brittany, but then he thought a grand gesture would be better. So he ordered the most expensive bouquet of roses and had them delivered to your house.

A letter was immediately sent back saying that you had moved out of your small apartment, but the man who lived there kept the expensive flowers. Chris yelled out in frustration which startled his maid. She tried to comfort him telling him what he wanted to hear, that you would eventually come back to him, but deep down she knew that what she said was a lie. She knew about what her boss had been doing, but Chris offered to pay her to keep quiet.

Chris never stopped thinking about you. He would walk by your old apartment, sometimes even drunk. The man who lived there always saw him through his window feeling a bit bad for Chris, but assuming he probably deserved the heartbreak. As more months passed Chris decided that drinking would help numb the pain. It didn’t, drinking honestly made him think about you even more. Thoughts and images of you flooded his head and he didn’t know if he wanted them to stop or continue.

Chris decided that going out with other women would help, the break up messed his game. He would accidentally call his new girlfriends your name and some would stare at him with a blank face and the rest would ignore it. Eventually he found a woman who resembled you to the tee. The two of them were together for a while and Chris was kind for getting tired of her because she wasn’t you. He decided to go to a fancy restaurant to make reservations for their most elegant seating to break her heart. That’s when he saw you through the window with a man.

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Henry looks back at you, “Is that?” You nodded your head and stood up from your seat. “Be nice.” he huffed as he remained in his seat unfolding the napkin on the table and placing it on his lap.

You stormed out of the restaurant stopping Chris from entering. Chris was shocked by how you dressed, he never saw you dress like that before. You saw Chris eye your entire body looking from your head to toes stopping at your chest.

“What do you want?” you harshly said crossing your arms over each other.

“Obviously, I’m here to make a reservation.” he snarkily replied. “How was I supposed to know you would be here?”

“Bitch, I don’t know?!” you exclaimed. “It’s not like this is my favorite restaurant.”

“Again, how was I supposed to know that?” Chris angrily replied.

“Seriously?!” you huffed. “You’re still a dick you know that?”

“So what? You gonna teach me a lesson?” he flirtatiously said.

“God, you’re disgusting.” saying as you turned away from him.

“Wait,” he stopped you, grabbing your arm and pointing to the window, “who’s that you’re with?”

Snatching your arm back from him. “That is my boyfriend, no begone.” you said shooing him away not caring about the people who were staring.

“Boyfriend? I bet he doesn’t treat you as well as I did.” he says c, crossing his arms. You slapped his face hard and shook your head.

“Oh, you're one to talk.” you yelled back at him. “You never changed, did you? You’re still an asshole prick that just wants a nice woman by his side to make him feel better about himself.”

“That’s not true!” he exclaimed.

“Oh really? Then tell me the real reason why you’re here?” you questioned looking at the man.

“As a matter of fact I’m taking my girlfriend here.” he replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, to break up with her?” you asked, shaking your head.

“How’d you know that?” He placed his hands on his hips.

“Because that’s what you did to the girl you dated before me, asshole.” you exclaimed.

“Well, why not after I break up with my current girl, you and I find a nice place to properly talk.” he smirked at you.

You walked closer to him and he smiled as he felt your chest against his. He looked down at your cleavage and back up to your face smiling even more. You put your hand on his shoulder smiling at him and that’s when you kneed him in the crotch.

“Go find someone else to feed your ego. I’m busy.” you said as you walked back to the restaurant and your boyfriend.

As you sat down on your seat, your boyfriend placed a kiss on your cheek. “Were you nice?” he asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“I tried to be.” you huffed as you looked out the window staring at your ex who laid on the ground in pain.

“Well, looks like I need to teach you some manners then.” he smirked.

“You sure do.” you smiled, winking back at him.

A/N: Ahhh hello!! How was that? I feel like this wasn’t my best but at the same time not bad. lol I literally have no clue how to write a bad bitch reader (because i ain’t one), but hopefully I did this request justice! Thank you for reading and lemme know what you though of this. Feedback is very much appreciated and lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my stuff!

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angelkurenai · 4 years ago

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Subtext - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Title: Subtext

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hii, could you do a Sebastian imagine where you're his costar and he has a crush on you, and you're doing a interview together and the interviewer is being very flirty and checking you out and you're oblivious to it.

“You look at some of those suits and wonder: How did they even get in them in the first place? Because it's so intricate, it makes me wonder. About the actors and actresses I mean.” the interviewer added, his eyes mostly on you, but his words going out for the both of you.

“Superheroes have it so much easier all the time.” you said with a sigh “It's such a struggle to get in those suits, not to mention get the makeup on and whatnot.”

“For some it takes up to five hours for the makeup, like Karen, and I remember hearing someone once had an issue on set with the suit while we were filming Civil War and they-” Sebastian paused in thought “Yes, it took about half an hour to get on their suit. Which, by the way, is no easy thing to keep on in the scorching heat of- of the location we were filming in.”

“Oh my gosh, that day-- I still remember. A nightmare. But-” you said, your eyes mostly on Sebastian before you met the interviewer's eyes again “See? And then people wonder why I'm such a fan of the Phoenix force. Like, that thing enters your body and gives you a different outfit without the trouble of having to chance or be careful for your makeup and hair! And it has plenty of different outfits. The moment I saw that I was like: sold! Get me one, where can I get me one?”

Sebastian laughed next to you, shaking his head “I mean she's got a point. Personally speaking, though, I can't say I have to complain. I mostly wear normal clothes and a glove that covers my supposed metal arm. And even when I do have to wear the arm itself it's just the easiest. So yeah, my suit is just that and I certainly have the fastest dress up on set. Plus it's not as uncomfortable as most.”

“A lucky asshole is what he is.” you teased, trying to say with as much seriousness as you could master at that moment before breaking it with a laugh, focusing back on the question “Personally speaking, it is rather time consuming to get into my suit. But given that we've managed to keep it on two pieces I usually wear the upper part with like a pair of shorts and only when I have to film I wear the lower part. It's only then that it gets a bit uncomfortable, but again it's not for like the entire time I'm on set so it's good. Even though the look itself is... tragic, to say the least. I'm still comfy so that's what I care about though.”

“Shorts?” the interviewer's eyebrows shot up in surprise as his eyes did a once over of your body which only made you giggle “I've seen photos and let me tell you, they were far from tragic. You always look amazing, but- Along with half of the suit? Well, that's what I call one heck of a look!”

“Well, it's a lot sillier than it sounds.” you admitted with a laugh, completely oblivious to the way Sebastian's eyes narrowed “Because Scarlett had gotten me those shorts as a gift and they have tiny (Y/S/N) signs in them that earn laughter from my friends when it's topped with the top half of my suit.”

“I assure you I would most certainly not laugh.” the man in front of you said in all honesty “Not at such a sight, believe me. I would be more, like, thanking my lucky stars for being that blessed.”

But despite all the honesty, or maybe because of it too, the way the man look at you was unmistakable. Just as unmistakable as the feeling rising in Sebastian's chest. He clenched his jaw and tried to bite back any words that could so easily pour, especially if the man kept it up, and he knew it would lead to no good. Not being he was technically working but because it wasn't really his place. You were friends, granted the closest of friends and he knew and admitted it (at least to himself) that he had stronger feelings for you but that didn't necessarily mean it went both ways and he couldn't risk what you already had for it. And that itched him more, it frustrated him more and it annoyed him more, more than anything else.

He was annoyed and not just with the interviewer but with himself as well. It was this annoying feeling of wanting to do something when other men looked at you this way, when they were being too friendly and too flirty, an annoying feeling that put him on edge and ready to do something, anything, to make it stop -jealousy Chris had called it with a knowing smile -and each time his mind provided him with the word he tried to deny it as much as he had done that day to Chris. But for how much longer?

His patience, will and all-around strength was seriously tested and he had to clench his fists along with his jaw to hold himself back.

“Aw thank you, you're too sweet to me-” you insisted too oblivious to everything that was happening, unlike Sebastian next to you who highly doubted he was being only sweet to you “But I can take the hard truth: It was silly to say the least. Though, if I am completely honest, my character has had plenty of different suits and variations of the main suit and yet none of those were nearly as good as the shorts Scarlett got me. I also have an over-sized T-shirt that goes with them and there are times I seriously consider turning that into my suit for a movie. Let's add matching socks and boom, best superhero costume ever!” you laughed and Sebastian only forced a chuckle as he noticed the raised eyebrow and look of interest the other man in the chair gave you “Not that I am sure if there is even a single person that would like to see that to be honest.”

“Oh trust me, I gladly volunteer! And I'll be the first one to buy a ticket to that movie!” the man smiled, a smile that could easily be considered one of his most charming ones, no wonder one of those smiles that he used on women at bars that would have them falling or him in seconds if they weren't as oblivious as you at the moment and accompanied by a sulking- no, scratch that, by a glaring and broody man that is. And he went on “Not as if I'm not already one of the first people to get tickets to your every movie anyway.”

“Oh my gosh, stop- I can feel my face heating up!” you grinned, and Sebastian recognized it as one of the most genuine and heartfelt ones you reserved for the people you wanted closer to you “I am seriously doubting you'd want to see it, though, or anyone else. I think the fancy suits are a great factor in drawing in crowds, you know?”

“But I mean, so is good acting, right? And you're undoubtedly one of the best if not the best actress of our era, and I dare anyone to fight me on that cause I and the Oscars got all the facts on this.” and after the easy smile came the really flirty one that was hard to miss, at least to Sebastian; who only shifted in his chair and took a deep breath to calm down and listen the rest of it cause there was more “Plus, I don't know about others, but I love a woman in baggie clothes, in tight clothes or with no clothes at all. Honestly anything that makes her comfortable. However she feels beautiful is what matters. It's not my business what she does with her body too, you know?”

“A catchy line with a lot of subtext, of course he would.” Sebastian thought bitterly.

“Wow I might have a terrible memory but I don't think a man has ever told me that?” you gasped your smile getting bigger “What have you been all this time? I gotta have my friends meet you!”

“Oh just here and totally ready for grabs if you're interested!” he spread his arms wide and grinned, easily earning another laugh from you, before he let them drop and added “Though, to answer your question, you probably haven't been looking in the right place.” the man laughed, again a warm and charming chuckle, that Sebastian didn't doubt could have many women falling for him yet fearing at the same time that you'd be one of them.

The thought, as small and quick as it might have been, when it flashed through his mind, it was greatly disturbing for his entire nerve system. He felt the unpleasant shivers as his back straightened and his muscles tightened. His breathing stuttered as it came out of his lips and he could swear he felt his heart do a scary leap to his throat.

“Sorry, on her part, for not paying attention. Since (Y/n) can't come up with an answer now, I'll speak on her behalf.” Sebastian said with what he hoped looked like a small easy smile and it probably worked because you chuckled.

But before you could open your lips to speak, he beat you at it and this time every hint of a smile had vanished “We were under the impression that this was a professional interview.” he heard a small sharp intake from next to him but he ignored it “Maybe we should have checked before we came in here. Do you do this with every actress that walks in here by the way? Wonder how's that working out for you so far.”

“Seb” you muttered, but once more he ignored you.

“Must suck that I'm still the one she'll be walking out of here with and spending the rest of the day and you'll be left daydreaming about how her bed looks like. I don't need to.” he shrugged “But hey, I can always give you a tip of two for the next one that walks in, how about that?”

“Oh my- How many more minutes are there to this interview again?”

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on-maars · 3 years ago

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The perks of being set up by a ten years old

This fic is inspired by this post (kudos to these people for being hilarious) because it made me laugh and also because I love Christopher Diaz with my whole heart.

Hope you’ll like it.

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Christopher sighs as he looks down at his hands.

There are a lot of Legos bricks around him. They’re all spilled on the carpet but Christopher can’t find the right one. The one he’s looking for is very small, it could maybe be hidden underneath his bed or maybe even behind his big firetruck but he looked everywhere and he can’t find it.

He tried to classify them logically like Buck does every time he plays with him but he doesn’t know how to do it as efficiently as him and his head is aching. He wants to ask his dad for help but he knows he probably doesn’t have the time to build this small castle with him. It’s a lot of work and his dad is already very busy today. He needs to do the cleaning, the laundry and the grocery shopping and when all of this is over, he also needs to help him with his homework.

Plus, his dad’s shoulder still hurts and he needs to rest. That’s what Buck told him before leaving two days ago. And if Buck said it, then it means he’s right. Because Buck cares about his dad a lot.

Christopher presses his small hands over his forehead and sighs a second time. He needs to fix this on his own. Or maybe he could ask Buck to help. Buck is always happy to spend time with him and if Chris goes to his dad and asks him to talk to Buck on the phone then maybe Buck would come? Yes – he decides. It’s worth a shot.

He stands up and takes a few steps toward the living-room but stops dead in his tracks when he sees his dad. He seems sad. He’s seated on the couch and he’s running his hands through his hair and Christopher knows he always does that when he’s nervous about something. He’s not the only one seated on the couch. Ms. Ana is with him. She seems sad, too. Christopher frowns.

He doesn’t really understand what’s going on but then his dad starts speaking, and Christopher knows he should probably go back to his room and close the door behind him because it seems to be an adult conversation but he does none of those things. He stays there and listens.

And Christopher is a good kid. Or at least he thinks he is. Sure, sometimes he does some bad things but doesn’t everyone? His dad does bad things too. Buck as well. If you don’t do them very often then maybe you’re okay – he thinks. And his dad is sad and if his dad is sad then doesn’t he deserve to know what it is about? To try and make him feel better? Yes. That’s the best thing to do. He takes another step and hides in the kitchen, listening carefully.

“Does he know?” It’s Ms. Ana who’s talking. She’s very quiet. She seems nervous. Christopher doesn’t like it.

“No. No, of course he doesn’t. It’s just me, I- I guess getting shot really put things into perspective, you know? And he didn’t- Don’t blame him, he’s never-”

He? Who’s he? Christopher thinks.

“Edmundo, I’m not blaming him.” She says and her voice is soft, like she’s smiling. “How could I? He’s been there for you every day since- since you got hurt.” Christopher closes his eyes and sniffles. He doesn’t like to be reminded of that day. That day was very scary and he’s lucky Buck was with him because he doesn’t know what he would have done without his best-friend.

“He took care of Chris. He drove him to school, cooked lunch, helped him with his homework, all of that while still working as a firefighter and processing what happened to you, I can’t even begin to realize how much energy that must have taken him.” Ana adds.

They’re talking about Bucky – He tells himself and can’t stop himself from quietly nodding to himself. Because Ms. Ana is right. Every time he was coming back home from school that week, Buck was here to welcome him. Except when he was working. When he was working, Carla was there until he came back. And even when it was late, Buck made sure to go see him in his room and tell him a story, using different voices for each character.

“He was exhausted. Carla and I could see it and we tried to help. I tried to help but it was like talking to a brick wall. He can be very stubborn, but I'm guessing you already know that, right?” Ms. Ana says and Christopher can hear his dad huff out a laugh.

“Yeah. Yeah, that does sound like Buck.” He sighs. “I’m really sorry Ana, I really thought- I really thought I was doing the right thing but- but even then I think I was trying to prove something to myself. I mean, you’re- you’re everything I should want. Everything I should dream of but then I- then I saw him in the hospital and it’s like-”

“It’s like I didn’t exist anymore.” Ana finishes for him sadly. “Don’t try and deny it, Eddie. As soon as you saw him in that hospital, I knew that whatever we had wouldn’t last. You looked at him like he was your whole world, Edmundo.” She says. “You know, you always say you’re not very good with words and I have to admit- I quite agree with you. But you don’t need to be. You don’t need to be because your eyes always say it all.”

“I-” His dad starts but Ms. Ana cuts in. Christopher lowers his eyes to the ground and stares into space. He shouldn’t be here. This conversation is very private and Christopher almost feels bad for his dad.

“If you’re in love with him then you need to tell him, Eddie.”

Chris opens his eyes wide and a small smile stretches his lips. His dad is in love with Buck.

That’s not news, though. Christopher already knew that. That’s why he got so mad at his dad when he told him he was dating Ms. Flores. She was nice but she wasn’t the right person for his dad. Bucky was. He still is.

“I’ll try. I promise.” His dad says and Christopher’s smile only gets bigger.

“I hope he’ll make you happy.”

Of course he will – Christopher thinks. It’s Bucky.

“I’ll say goodbye to Christopher and head out.”

As soon as these words come out of her mouth, Christopher stands up as quick as he can and sneaks out of the kitchen, sitting back on his carpet to play with his Legos.

He only pretends, though. His mind is far, far away from that castle.

He even forgets about the missing brick.

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The next time Christopher eavesdrop, it’s definitely not an accident. It’s a situation he willingly put himself into. And maybe he was feeling a little bit guilty the first time but he’s not anymore. He’s involved now, and if his dad’s happiness lies with Buck, then isn’t it his duty as his son to make sure that everything happens according to the plan? Surely, it is.

He’s reading a book about space on his bed. A book Buck bought him a few weeks ago. Christopher really likes it but he finds it very hard to focus. Still, he tries because he knows Buck has already finished it and he really wanted to discuss it with him this afternoon. But his attention span is short and five minutes later, someone is knocking on his door and Buck is peeking inside his room with a large smile.

“Superman! How are you doing?” Buck asks and Christopher smiles.

“Buck! I need your help with the castle.” He says, pointing at the amount of Legos bricks scattered on the carpet. “I tried to build it myself the other day but it was hard and I didn’t want to ask dad because he’s still tired and his shoulder hurts him.”

“Well I’m very happy you waited for me, superman, you can’t be having all the fun on your own, it’s not fair.” Buck pouts and Christopher huffs out a laugh. The smile doesn’t leave his face. “I’m just gonna go talk to your dad for a bit, he wants to tell me something very important but then I’ll- Why are you smiling like that? You know something I don’t?” Buck asks.

Christopher shakes his head frantically but his smile betrays him. This makes Buck smile and the next second he’s rolling his eyes at him. “Alright, you definitely know something I don't but I don’t want you to spoil me the surprise so I’m gonna head to the kitchen and I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Alright, Bucky.” He says and waits for a few minutes until he’s sure Buck cannot hear him. Only then, he steps out of his bed and tiptoes until he reaches the door. He opens it very carefully, making sure it doesn’t creak. He closes it behind him and crosses the hallway; he can hear voices coming from the kitchen but he needs to get closer if he wants to understand what they’re saying.

He steps in the living-room and makes sure his body is pressed against the wall. Otherwise his dad might see him. He’s closer now, close enough to hear the conversation but still mostly hidden so that his dad doesn’t notice him.

In the kitchen, Eddie is seated at the table, his fingers twitching. His body is buzzing with a nervous energy and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Buck. This one is leaning against the fridge and looking at him with a concerned expression plastered on his face. There’s a tension in the atmosphere, mixed with a sense of urgency that Eddie doesn’t like. It makes his heart flutter and his head aches and he wishes he could run away so he doesn’t have to look at his best-friend in the eye when he says these next few words.

“So what’s up, Eds? Is it serious?” Buck asks and Eddie huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Yeah, I’d say it’s pretty serious.” He adds and bites his lower lip. Buck only frowns and takes a seat next to him, taking his hand in his. Eddie whirls his head around at the gesture and for a few seconds, his mind goes blank, the only thing he can feel being the way Buck’s thumb traces small circles on his skin. It’s too much. It’s too much but it also makes him hopeful. Because surely two friends wouldn’t act that way around each other?

Or maybe his definition of friendship is just completely outdated and tainted by all the stereotypes and the prejudices he had to face when he was young. He doesn't know anymore.

Either way, he takes a deep breath and squeezes Buck’s hand, in the hope that it gives him more courage.

“Huh I- There’s something you should know. About- about me.” He starts.

“Okay?” Buck says, and Eddie can feel that his best-friend is growing more confused by the minute. “It’s not bad, is it?” He asks. “Not another one of your weird urges to punch people in the face for fun?” He says, trying to lighten up the mood but Eddie only grimaces, not exactly glad to be reminded of that period of his life.

“No” Eddie laughs. “No, nothing of the sort, that’s- no. I think I’ll stick to the punching-bag from now on.”

“Good.” Buck answers while huffing out a laugh. “Then what is it, Eds?” He asks and his voice is so soft it makes Eddie want to run away again.

“You’re not busy, right?” Eddie ensures. “I’m not keeping you from anything? Not… Not keeping you from… From Taylor?” He asks.

“Huh no.” Buck answers, motioning to the air around him. “I mean we do have a date tonight but that’s – you know – tonight. So go ahead. I’m all ears.” He says, signaling him to go on but Eddie’s entire body tensed at Buck’s words and his hand twitches and it’s like all the air has been knocked out of him.

“Date?” He says. “You- you’re dating?” He asks. “I thought- I thought she was just a friend? I mean that’s what you- that’s what you kept saying.”

“Yeah well… She kissed me. Back when you were in the hospital.” Buck says, looking down at the table with one of his sheepish smile that drives Eddie crazy. “So maybe – and I say maybe, don’t let that go to your head, man – maybe you were right about something, for once. I’m giving it a shot.”

Eddie huffs out a nervous laugh but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. How can it? How can it when he spent the entire week working himself up to telling his best-friend he’s in love with him while this one was starting a new relationship with that reporter? It can’t.

But Eddie’s heartbreak is quickly replaced by a deep sense of panic as his eyes urgently shuttle back and forth on his best-friend’s face, desperately trying to find something else to say and salvage whatever is left of that conversation.

On the other side of the wall, Christopher is frowning. He didn’t understand everything Buck said, especially the part about his dad hitting people. Christopher knows his dad and he wouldn’t hurt other people. He wouldn’t, and doesn’t. He saves people. That’s what he does, that’s why Christopher thinks his dad is a hero.

And usually, this would bother Christopher a lot but not this time. No, this time Christopher is angry with Buck. He’s angry with Buck for kissing another person than his dad. He doesn’t know who that Ms. Taylor is but surely she doesn’t measure up to his dad. She can’t.

He’s also angry with his dad for bringing that Ms. Taylor up because if he hadn’t then maybe he would’ve had the time to tell Buck he was in love with him and now that he did, it’s too late.

It’s too late and Christopher suddenly doesn’t care about the rest of their stupid talk. He steps out of the living-room and goes back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He knows he shouldn’t because his dad is going to hear him but he doesn’t care. Buck ruined everything and it’s not fair. It’s not fair to his dad and it’s not fair to him either.

Christopher is sitting down by himself on the carpet when Buck opens the door slowly, peeking in just like the first time.

“Everything’s okay in here? Ready to play some Legos, superman?”

“No.” Christopher says, crossing his arms on his chest. “I don’t want to play with you anymore.” He adds, his tone cold.

“Okay.’ Buck says, carefully. “What do you wanna do, then?”

“Nothing. I’m very mad at you right now.”

“You are?” Buck asks, sitting down next to him. “Why is that? What did I do wrong, Christopher?” He inquires and Christopher doesn’t want Buck to be sad but he also doesn’t want to talk to him right now.

“You hurt my dad.” He explains. “You hurt my dad and I can’t tell you why but you did and he doesn’t deserve that. My dad is the best.”

“I know. I know he is. And I’d really like to fix what I did wrong because there’s nothing more I want than for your father to be happy buddy, but I can’t do that if I don’t know what’s going on inside your head, alright?” He adds. “So? You think you can tell me?”

“No.” Christopher only repeats. “I want you to leave.”

His tone doesn’t leave room for a choice.

***

“What’s going on in there?” Carla asks a few hours later after knocking on the door of Christopher’s room. “Your dad told me you were upset.” She adds, taking a seat on his bed.

Christopher is still mad and he doesn’t want to talk. He wants to stay in his room. In silence. But he knows Carla won’t stop until she knows what happened. She’s very convincing and she also has very great advice when he has a problem.

And this is certainly a big problem.

So maybe she can help after all – Christopher decides.

“He told me you got mad at Buck.” Carla adds and the way she frowns at him makes Christopher feel bad. It’s true he wasn’t very nice to Buck but he’s pretty sure he deserved it. At least, for now. He’s not going to stay mad at him forever. He can’t. He loves Buck too much for that.

“He hurt my dad.” Christopher only says, sticking two Legos bricks together.

“He hurt your dad?” Carla repeats. She seems confused and Christopher is not surprised. He would be too.

“Dad is in love with Buck.” Christopher explains like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Carla’s face softens. She doesn’t seem very reproachful anymore. Only concerned.

“How do you know that, Christopher?” She asks and that’s why Christopher loves Carla. She never tries to make him feel bad. She never acts like she doesn’t believe him like a lot of adults around him seem to do. She always takes him seriously even if he’s still a kid who doesn’t know as much stuff as grown-ups do.

“I heard him.” Christopher shrugs. “He was talking to Ms. Ana. I knows I probably shouldn’t have listened but I was too curious. I’m sorry. But I don’t think they’re together anymore and that’s because my dad is in love with Bucky. He told her. She seemed very sad and I was scared she would get mad at him but she didn’t. She was very kind. She told my dad he should tell Buck how he feels and I thought that was a great idea because you’re always telling me that when we love people, we should tell them.”

“And did he? Tell him?” Carla asks. “Is that why you’re mad at Buck? Because he didn’t react very well?”

“No.” Christopher shakes his head as he adjusts his glasses on his nose. “No, my dad didn’t tell him.” He exclaims. “He couldn’t. He wanted to but then Buck told him about his stupid girlfriend and now my dad can’t tell him anymore! I want him to but I know he’s not gonna do it.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Carla tells him, wrapping her arms around his back. Christopher sniffles and hide his face on her chest, closing his eyes. “That’s why you’re mad at Buck, then? Because you think he broke your dad’s heart?”

“I don’t think, I know.” Christopher clarifies. “And I also know Buck loves him too and I don’t understand why they can’t be together.” He complains. “They love each other. I know they do, they just don’t say it. It’s stupid. They’re stupid.”

Christopher moves away from Carla’s embrace and wipes his tears with the sleeve of his jacket. His glasses are all steamy and wet and so he takes them off to clean them, avoiding Carla’s gaze. He doesn’t like it, looking at her when he cries, because then she wants to comfort him and that only makes him want to cry harder.

“Can I tell you something very important?” She asks and Christopher nods. Because he wants it to make sense. He wants to understand why something so simple can be so complicated. “I know that sometimes adults can be very confusing.” Carla starts.

“Not sometimes.” Christopher whispers. “All the time.”

Carla lets out a small laugh and nods gently. She waits a few seconds and then she speaks again.

“Your dad and Buck love each other very much.” She adds. “You were right about that. But sometimes this kind of things can be very scary.”

“How so?” He asks. “They’re already very good friends. That must make it easier, right?”

“Yes and no.” Carla answers. “They’re very close, you’re right about that part. And Buck already spends a lot of time in here, doesn’t he?” Christopher only nods to that because it’s true and he doesn’t know what to add. “Your dad and Buck are probably just very scared to start something new because things are so simple right now and they don’t want to complicate everything.”

“But why them being together would complicate everything?”

“Because when you’re in a romantic relationship with someone, you have a lot of expectations and sometimes, things get very messy. And I’m not saying that it will be the case with your dad and Buck but-”

“It won’t.” Christopher shakes his head. “Buck won’t let that happen. And my dad won’t either. They’re already spending all their time together and they never fight. Sometimes I can hear my dad argue with Ms. Ana but he never does with Bucky. Never.”

“Yeah?” Carla asks, softly.

“Yes.” Christopher repeats. “I want Buck to stay here forever. But maybe they’re not ready yet.” He admits. “That’s okay. I’ll wait. I know they’ll figure it out.” He adds. “But you’re right about one thing.”

“What is it?”

“This is very messy. Being a kid is easier.”

***

Christopher knows he said he was going to wait. And he is. Waiting, that is. He is, but what if they need a little push in the right direction? What if they can’t do it on their own? What if they need some form of external help? It’s not forbidden. Christopher would even say it’s greatly recommended. After all, he’s doing it for the greater good. It’s not really cheating if it’s for a good cause, right? He promised Carla he would try and be patient but he never said anything about playing by the rules.

He’s seated on the couch in the fire station and Buck is with him, seemingly very engaged in a conversation with that Ms. Taylor everybody keeps talking about. Christopher doesn’t know what the big deal is anyway. She seems friendly, and she’s very nice with him but that ends here. And he knows his dad tries very hard to hide his sadness from everyone around him but Christopher is not easily duped.

He knows his dad well enough to notice that he looks miserable whenever Buck is with Ms. Taylor. He smiles less, he’s more withdrawn but more importantly his eyes are always sad. They certainly are, now. They don’t have the same glimmer of light. That makes Christopher upset. That’s why he decides it’s time to act.

“You wanna hang out at my place tomorrow?” He can hear Ms. Taylor say besides him.

“He can’t.” Christopher answers before Buck has the time to do so. “He’s already busy with me and my dad, tomorrow. We’re going to the space museum. Right, Bucky?”

“Huh yeah that’s true buddy. Sorry Taylor. I did promise him.” He confirms apologetically and Ms. Taylor only smiles. “Maybe on Sunday?”

“On Sunday, you’re also going to the house, Bucky. We’re building the Legos castle, remember?” He asks, and ignores the reproachful look his dad sends his way. “Maybe another time.” Christopher adds, looking at Ms. Taylor in the eye. “My Bucky spends a lot of time with me and my dad."

“Chris.” His dad says and Christopher knows he’s using his warning tone.

“Because we make a great team.” He goes on. “Right, dad?”

“Yeah we do superman, but Buck is also allowed to spend some time with Taylor, alright?”

“I guess.” Christopher agrees. “Ms. Taylor, when did you meet Bucky?”

“A little over two years ago.” She says with an amused tone.

“My dad knows him for a lot longer than that.” He argues and frowns when Buck huffs out a laugh next to him, shaking his head in disbelief.

“What’s gotten into you?” Buck asks him.

“I just think it’s very important for Ms. Taylor to know that.”

His dad is watching him again with that same knowing look on his face. I know what you’re doing and you need to stop right now, alright buddy? That’s what his father wants to say. Christopher knows that. He’s become an expert in knowing how to read his father’s face by now.

And that’s why he also knows that his dad isn’t really mad at him, deep down. Because he may have a disapproving look on his face and his voice may seem cautious but his eyes say a different story. There’s a flicker of pride shining in them, and his lips only slightly stretch up at the edges, the kind of smile you only see if you’re paying attention. And Christopher does pay attention. He pays attention a lot.

And so he decides it doesn’t matter. He gives him a large smile, making sure his dad notices how proud he is of himself, and when his dad huffs out a laugh while rolling his eyes at him, Christopher knows two things.

1. He’s not getting grounded tonight.

2. His dad knows he knows he’s in love with Buck.

Christopher gets up from the couch and takes a few steps towards him. He wraps his arms around his neck and lets his chin rest on the shoulder that doesn’t hurt. He knows Buck is busy talking with his girlfriend again and that’s why he whispers the next few words in his dad’s ear.

“It’s gonna be okay, dad.” He says. “He loves you too. I know he does. And soon we’re gonna be a happy family. The three of us.”

“Thanks god you’re my kid.” His dad whispers against him, running his hands through his blonde hair. “I have no idea how you managed to figure that out on your own and we’re gonna have a serious conversation about it later tonight but you’re too damn smart for your own good, Christopher.”

“I’ve known for months already.” Christopher simply answers.

“Of course you did.” His father laughs. “Don’t be too mean with Taylor, alright?” He asks, his voice even quieter than a few seconds ago. “She has nothing to do with it. And Buck seems to be happy with her, right?”

“Not as happy as you would make him, though.”

“Oh, definitely not.” His father answers cheekily and Christopher laughs against his shirt. “But we don’t have to tell him that just yet. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

***

The first time Christopher hears his dad and Bucky fight, he’s watching Scooby-Doo in the living-room. It’s a Saturday morning and Buck usually watches the episode with him but not today. Today, he’s in the kitchen with his dad and Christopher knows better than to ask him to join him. They seem to be having quite a serious conversation and he would usually be tempted to eavesdrop but Vera is about to reveal the identity of the villain and he doesn’t want to miss that. Plus, he also knows that Buck is going to ask him questions about the episode so he needs to follow everything going on on the screen if he wants to give him a detailed report.

It’s getting harder to focus, though. Not because it’s too complicated to understand. In fact, Christopher is pretty sure the villain is the owner of the big hotel where Fred and the rest of the team all chased ghosts the night before. He usually always guesses it right. Buck doesn’t, though. He gets it wrong every single time and that makes Christopher laugh a lot.

It’s hard to focus because the voices of his dad and Buck are becoming quite loud. He can’t understand what they’re saying though, because there’s also the sound of the TV.

Buck seems mad. Or maybe he’s just confused, Christopher doesn’t really know for sure, but he sounds just like his dad when he keeps asking him to pick up his Legos but he’s too lazy to do it.

“You don’t need to act so petty every single time I mention her, you know. Why do you hate her so much anyway? What did she ever do to you?” Buck says while stepping in the living-room. Christopher darts his eyes towards him but quickly focuses on the episode again. Vera just unmasked the Villain and Christopher smiles when he sees the face of the hotel’s owner. He’s been right about it again.

“I don’t- I don’t hate her.” His dad says.

“Oh cut the crap, Eds!” Buck exclaims and Christopher doesn’t like how loud his voice is. It sounds too serious, too intimidating. “You’re always making sure you’re not in the same room as her. You get so weird and quiet, so passive-aggressive. And the worst part is that she kept telling me she wanted to get to know you better because she knows you’re my best-friend but you never made it easy, man.”

They’re behind him, now. Christopher is pretty sure they both think he’s too engrossed in the episode to notice they’re fighting but they’re both really loud and he couldn’t focus on anything else even if he tried.

“I’m sorry.” He can hear his dad eventually say. “I’m sorry, I- I’ll try harder. I promise.”

“No need to try anymore, Eds. We broke up.” Buck answers and Christopher whirls his head around. His eyes fall on his dad and he seems to be just as surprised as he is.

And Christopher knows he probably shouldn’t be happy about that because Buck must be really sad but if Ms. Taylor is not around anymore then it means that his dad can finally tell him.

“When?” His dad says.

“Last week.” He answers. “I think we both realized we were better off as friends.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” Buck looks down and Christopher can see his hands fidget with his keys, just like he does with his pen when he doesn’t understand his homework. “Whatever.” Buck adds. “I’m heading out Eddie, I’ll see you at the aquarium.”

“Buck-”

“Just drop it, Eds.” Buck cuts him off and he’s about to open the front door and Christopher suddenly panics. His dad can’t let Buck leave. He can’t let him leave without telling him why he doesn’t like Ms. Taylor very much. Buck would understand. Christopher knows he would. But his dad doesn't say anything. He stays silent and so Christopher does the only thing he can think of. He moves to action.

“You need to tell him, dad.” He says urgently, getting up from the couch.

“Not now, mijo.”

“Tell me what?” Buck asks and his voice is softer now. Christopher is pretty sure it’s because he noticed he was also in the room and he doesn’t want to scare him.

“Nothing.” His dad says, motioning to the air around him. “It’s not important.”

“But it is!” Christopher exclaims. “It’s important, dad. You waited three months and now you can tell him.” He adds, and ignores the way his dad shakes his head. "Tell him, dad." He repeats. "Please."

“If Christopher says it’s important then I’m pretty sure it is, Eds.” Buck argues and Christopher frantically nods.

Buck can't leave.

But his dad says nothing still. He stays quiet and then Buck sighs and turns toward Christopher instead, smiling warmly at him.

“I’ll see you at the aquarium superman, alright? Your dad and I are going to be okay. We always are.”

“But-”

“I’ll see you later, buddy.” Buck cuts him off and his fingers lower the handle.

“He’s in love with you, Bucky!” He blurts out, and from the way his dad opens his eyes wide and looks at him with a disapproving look on his face, Christopher knows he probably did a huge mistake. But at least Buck stopped moving. He's not leaving. That’s the most important part. It makes the 'being grounded later' part more bearable.

The room is very quiet now and for a few seconds Christopher thinks that maybe he just did something very bad but then Buck speaks and he doesn’t seem mad at all anymore. There’s even a small smile on his face and he looks at his dad and his eyes are shining. Christopher decides that it’s a good thing.

"I- what?" Buck only asks.

“Dios." His dad mutters under his breath. "I can’t believe I’ve been set up by a ten years old.” His dad says and Christopher watches Buck as he laughs.

“Well, he’s always been braver than you.”

“Yeah that’s- that’s an understatement.” His dad answers, looking at Christopher softly.

“How long?” Buck asks and Christopher thinks that maybe he shouldn’t be here anymore. But neither Buck or his dad tell him to go wait in his room and so he stays right there. He really wants to be there for that conversation because he knows it’s very important and also because it’s a bit thanks to him that they’re finally talking.

“I don’t know. A long time, probably. But I just- I didn’t realize until I woke up in this Hospital. That’s why I- That’s why I broke up with Ana.”

His dad doesn’t watch Buck when he talks. His eyes are fixed on the ground. He seems very nervous. Christopher wishes his dad could look at Buck though, because then he would see that there’s no reason to be scared. He would see that Buck is smiling and that he’s not mad. He even looks happy.

“I’m so stupid.” Buck eventually says, huffing out a laugh. That seems to catch his dad’s attention because he suddenly whirls his head around until his eyes fall on his friend. “Sorry. Sorry I- I know it’s not funny but-” Buck marks a pause, and speaks again. “Everything just makes sense, now.”

“How... How come?” His dad asks, shyly. Christopher doesn't think he ever saw his dad being shy before. It's weird.

“I was going to ask you why you didn’t tell me before but that’s what you were trying to do that day, isn’t it? After the hospital. We were in the kitchen. You kept saying it was quite serious but then I mentioned Taylor and you just became really weird.” Buck adds. “I thought you were having a stroke.”

His dad huffs out a laugh. “Asshole.”

“Dad, that’s a bad word.” Christopher intervenes with a proud smile. But it quickly disappears when he thinks about that day. “I’m sorry I got mad at you, Bucky. I- I just knew that my dad wanted to tell you and I was angry. I didn’t mean to be rude with Ms. Taylor either. She was nice. And I also didn’t mean to make you sad but-”

“You were only concerned about your dad.” Buck finishes for him. “I get it, superman. But you should know that your dad is the most important person in my life, alright? After you, of course. And I’ll do my best to keep him happy from now on. I promise. I’m sorry I hurt him.”

“That’s okay, Buck.” Christopher smiles. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” He adds. “But maybe you can tell him you love him too now because you promise we would make pancakes before going to the aquarium and I’m hungry.”

“Chris.” His dad warns him again but Christopher smiles cheekily at him.

“Nah you know what superman? I think that’s a great plan.” Buck agrees, taking a few steps towards his dad. “Eds." He says, smiling softly at his dad. "You're an idiot." He cups his cheeks with his hands and makes him look up. "I love you too, you goofball. I only dated Taylor as a vain attempt to get over you.” He says and Christopher has to look away when he finally sees Buck kiss his dad.

“Ew. Gross.” He grimaces, making his dad and Buck laugh.

“Alright, alright, let’s make some pancakes, superman.” Buck says, looking at him with a smile so big. “What are you the most excited to see in the aquarium today?”

“Sharks!” Christopher exclaims.

“That’s a good one, buddy” He answers excitedly and as Buck tells him all about the different kind of sharks that exist, Christopher also notices that he’s holding his dad’s hand the entire time. He only lets it go to prepare the pancakes but even then they stay close and Buck even kisses his cheek at some point. That makes his dad smile and that’s when Christopher knows that this day is just the very first day of the rest of their lives, as a family.

#buddie #9-1-1 #911 #buck x eddie #my writing #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz

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capsiclecevans · 4 years ago

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homesickness

Warnings: homesickness mention and mention of the global pandemic and lockdowns

Summary: request from an anon: ‘You and Chris have been dating for a year, but you live in a different state, so you bite the bullet and leave your job and family and move to Boston. You start to get homesick with the holidays coming up, and you feel nothing in the home you now share is yours. Chris noticed that you are acting different, so you tell him through sobbing tears how sad you are. Maybe he even lets you get a cat?’

Word Count: 1,244

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

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Christmas. Your favourite time of the year, usually. This year was a little different though, this year you weren’t going to be spending it with your family. You had bit the bullet and moved across the country to be with your boyfriend. Chris. Chris and his dog, Dodger. You had left your entire life behind, family, friends, your job. When you first moved in it was the best decision you had ever made, you were able to spend every day and night with your favourite person, your boyfriend. But as the months passed and the global pandemic raging as the festive season drew closer, you couldn’t help but feel more alone than you ever have before in your life. You wouldn’t be able to go home, with Chris in tow, to see your family for the week after Christmas, and they wouldn’t be able to come to you either. It had brought your spirits right down, especially with the year that has just happened, you didn’t know how to feel, or even tell Chris.

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You frown a little as you look round the decorated living room quietly, pulling the blanket closer to you to get rid of the chill that you was feeling creeping in, not because of how cold it was in Boston but it was this chill was because of how quiet it was round the house. Chris had popped out to do some last minute Christmas shopping and left you with Dodger as company.

Usually a few days before Christmas your family would all converge at your parent’s house for the holidays, laughter and noise would fill the house.

But this isn’t a normal year. Or a normal Christmas. 2020 sucked. The whole pandemic fucking sucked. You missed your whole family and you haven’t been able to see them since you moved to Boston to live with Chris.

Tears fill your eyes as you look at the bookshelf, trying to make out your things but you couldn’t. The house that you now share with Chris didn’t feel homely to you. It was too big, too quiet and you knew that it would break Chris’ heart if you told him how you actually feel.

Dodger rests his head on your knee, knowing that you were upset, trying to comfort you before Chris came home. You smile a little and pet his head quietly.

“I’m sorry Dodge…I just feel so lonely…” You whisper to the pup, unbeknownst to you that Chris has just arrived home and could hear you from the doorway.

He frowns to himself as he watches you, noticing the tears that have stained your cheeks and sets the shopping bags down. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks softly, not wanting to startle you too much.

You jump and turn to him before shaking your head, looking back down at Dodger who was yet to go and greet Chris. “It’s not a big deal…”

Chris sits next to you and pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back slowly. “It is a big deal, I want you to feel at home here, I know it was tough for you to leave your entire life behind for me…”

You sob gently and nods slowly before burying your face into his cable knit sweater, his scent overwhelming your scenes as you can’t help but let the tears fall. “I just, I miss them so much, even though we now share this house, it doesn’t feel like home. I don’t think it helped with the pandemic and that we are unable to really see anyone else…but it has been really hard on my mental health Chris…”

You feel him press a soft kiss into your hair, something that has always calmed you down when you were upset. But, instead of calming you down, it made you feel worse, guilty that you were feeling like this when it should be the most joyous time of the year. Add the fact that it would be the first Christmas you and Chris spend together in your own house, not either of your parent’s houses. You should be making new memories and new traditions, not crying over something so small.

“Here’s what we are going to do tonight…” Chris whispers to you, rubbing your back in soothing circles, kissing your temple to ensure that you are listening to him. “I am going to run us a bubble bath and then we are going to get into our pyjamas and then, we are going to FaceTime your parents, have a catch up with them, then we will watch a movie with some hot chocolate and cookies…”

You can’t help but smile a little at Chris’ plans for you both and his willingness to FaceTime your parents for you. But the feeling of being lonely still lingers even though Chris has been able to cheer you up a little.

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A few days after you told Chris how you really felt and that you were lonely and homesick, he arrived home early from his meetings. Dodger goes to greet him excitedly as you follow Dodger, smiling at him a little. Chris could see that even though you had told him what was wrong it would take some time for you to be back to your normal self again.

“You’re home early…” You say a little confused as you stop by the kitchen doorway, watching Chris a little confused. You notice that he is holding a small bundle in his arms as he tries to unzip his jacket with one arm and with Dodger jump up at him. “Dodge, come on, let Daddy come in properly…” You tell the pup and he sulks off to his bed quietly, head down and tail limp.

“I am, and I have an early Christmas present for you…” He says and walks over to you, placing the small bundle of fur in your arms carefully, trying not to startle the small ginger furred kitten he was holding.

You gasp and looks at the kitten in shock before tearing up, holding her close to your chest as she nuzzles into your warmth. “Chris…” You mumble and a genuine smile gracing your lips for the first time in a long time. “She is gorgeous…”

“I remember you told me that you used to have a cat when you were younger, so I thought…I have Dodger as my companion and you could have this little one as yours…” He explains and sets the bag of the kitten’s belongings down so he can start putting them in the right places with Dodger’s equivalents.

You watch Chris a little overwhelmed before leaning down to kiss your kitten’s fur as she purrs up at you. “Welcome to the family little one, I think I am going to call you Ginger, to match your fur…” You say softly and smiles as she looks up at you curiously with her large eyes.

Chris smiles as he watches you, biting his lip as he knows that getting you a kitten wasn’t the complete solution to curb your loneliness and crush it, but it was a start and he couldn’t wait till the pandemic would lighten up so he could fly your entire family out here for you. To make you smile. Because that is all Chris ever wanted, to see you smile and know that he has done everything he could to make you happy.

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ssickabit · 4 years ago

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7+8+11, bangchan, 🥀

[10.41 pm]

“you’re done”—was the only thing Bangchan said after he had that casual conversation with Minho, who was dancing with his, not-so-friends-with-benefit on the dance floor. he knew he shouldn’t feel this way, but the way his eyes locked to how Minho’s hand locked on her waist as they were laughing hard and how his jaw was clenched all the time ... yeah he is indeed not okay.

“you jealous?” Minho was a tease, he knew that. and Minho knew he wasn’t okay as he tried to brush all of the negative feelings away. “no, why would i?” sentence that Bangchan said with a laugh was a lie to Minho.

Bangchan also don’t know why the fuck Minho was this obsessive—towards his feelings to her. or just her in general.

Minho also don’t know why the fuck Bangchan being so possessive when she’s definitely nothing to him.

“if you guys are nothing, why would you decide to move in with her and start to leave our dorm?”

“you’re not being serious, right?”

“i asked a question, Chan.”

he took down his glass from his hand, then looking up to him. “we talk tomorrow.”

“this is really not you. why would you run from this conversation?”

“goddamit Minho?” Bangchan furrowed his eyebrows, then stood up from his seat. “i have rights to not answer your stupid questions. i’m not running from you, i’m trying my best to not a be dick right now.”

and now here he is, with her who already changed her clothes, laying on the bed with her phone. Bangchan didn’t say anything, just being silent in the car and he didn’t even turn on the stereo. he was trying to take off his sleeve-rolled shirt, as she watched her from behind.

God, that fucking gorgeous back.

or just him in general could send her to the highest sky and she doesn’t wanna go down anymore.

she got up, then hugging him from behind. her lips grazed over the skin, kissing it. he let her do anything that she is doing, without fighting back—he is just too tired to let his anger taking over him with all of this frustrations. “hey,” her voice broke down every walls that he built since she danced with Minho.

“what?”

“look at me.”

“no.”

“Chris,” she whined, making him sighed and he finally turning his body to her, getting a full attention. she smiled, then pecked his lips. “don’t you dare,” he said, after feeling the short taste of her.

“what?” she giggled, “i didn’t do anything.”

i can’t fucking believe this, he said to himself, before kissing her hard. they fell on the bed, with him on the top of her—he, then pulled himself out from the kiss. their gaze met, as he said, “strip.”

she had never seeing him like this, but on the other side she got turned on by his husky voice and how intimidating his gaze, like it’s the one that stripping her. she watched how his hard bulge growing in his pants, got her smirking. Bangchan watched her with his dark eyes, tongue making his lower lip wet as his eyes roaming to the sight of her hand took off every piece of her clothes.

“on your back,” he said, and she obeyed.

he got up before sliding his jeans off. he crawled onto the bed again, lips meeting each other. “you’re so needy,” she blatantly told him, as he avoided eye-contact.

“yeah, the way you danced with Minho was turning me on,” he replied, “not to mention how you dance like a fucking slut.”

“your slut.”

“yeah,” he chuckled as he positioned himself on her drenched hole, sliding it up and down her fold. he thrusted her hip into her so his member could disappear completely. fuck, he had been waiting for this one. “Chris, please move,” she begged.

“bet Minho won’t fuck you like this, yeah?” he looked to her as lips messily kissing her lips, smirking. hips rolling into her sensually, stretching her tight wet walls. she closed her eyes as she bit her lower lip. “he been acting like he want to get in your pants,” he said with pants between his words, “but sweetheart, let me remind you who this pussy belong to.”

Bangchan thrusted his hip back into her and then finally picking up a steady rhythm. her fingers gripped into his dark hair, a moan passed both of their lips everytime he bottomed out. his grunts grew louder, his thrusts getting more impatient and the grip on the headboard getting tighter. loud moans leaving her lips at the way Bangchan was hitting her sweet spot—he finally managed to open her eyes and she can see how he his facial expressions only screamed pleasure; the dark blue light was the only thing that make her can see the clear view. mouth opened as he thrusted his hard length into her tight cunt.

“you feel so fucking good,” he broke the not-really-silence because of their moans. “fuck baby, this is only mine, yeah?”

nodding was all that she can do. he looked at her with lust and hungry gaze, he felt like his brain stopped working due the feeling of her walls hugging his cock. he let go of his grip on the headboard, only to bury his face on the crook of her neck. the first sound—a loud breathtaking moan from his lips—sending more arousal to her core, as his pace became more frantic. a soft sob and lewd whimpers was all that she can do as he brushed her spot repeatedly.

their head spinning from all the stimulation and at this point neither of them can tell each other that they’re close—overwhelmed by all of the pleasure. her breathing was hitched.

“Chris, so close," she managed to say, earning a smirk from him.

“you wanna cum?” a snap from his hip, making her gasp, “tell me baby, do you wanna fucking cum?"

she only nodded in response.

“that’s not how you beg baby, i know you can do better,” he feel that too, a tight knot that need to be released, “tell me how much you wanna cum and I‘ll let you cum, baby, come on.”

“please Chris, i’m so, fuck! so c-close, please, need you so bad—“

a loud grunt filled her ear before she couldn’t hear anything. he stopped there, only to feel her tight core got coated by his thick cum. he didn’t pull out, just wanted to feel how her walls throbbing just for him. “you’re doing great baby, did i hurt you?” his voice now much softer, so different from the previous.

“no, but you were a bit rough,” she said. “but not really. still great though.”

“thank you,” he whispered. “you wanna take a bath with me?”

“yeah, but wait a second,” she stroked his hair, “stay close, please?”

Bangchan snuggled to her closer—he really wanted to say those three words, but he was too afraid. he wanted to tell her that he would spend the rest of his life with her—and how his jealousy took over himself, also how he owed an apology to Minho. instead of doing those, he just let the dark blue lights and post-sex-silence burning down the time.

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